Early Sunday morning my S.O. went to the store to buy some eggs. On his return he proclaimed, "I bought something special for you". Thoughts of chocolate swirled through my head briefly. Instead he pulled a copy of the Sunday newspaper out of the bag. Perhaps it's not the most exciting and creative thing my sweetie has surprised me with (that would have to be the secluded lunch in a lighthouse for my birthday one year), but he wasn't so far off in my pleasure in it's offering. There is just something about sitting down to a big breakfast on a Sunday morning with the newspaper on one side of your plate and a coffee mug on the other side. I was still reading as he cleared the breakfast dishes and headed out to work on his new boat.