For his special day, my husband woke up to a breakfast of an egg white omelette with herbes de Provence, whole grain toast buttered IMMEDIATELY after being removed from the toaster so the butter melts (that’s how his mom made it for him), fresh blueberries and coffee. Here’s what he said to me:
“Do you want to know what this would be called in the 1950s? ‘Morning’ “
Even though he is a tad obnoxious, I still love him. Happy Father’s Day!
P.S. His present was that I sorted and put away all, and I mean ALL of the clean laundry covering every surface of our bedroom. Yeah, I’m an awesome wife.