She flicked the button to the coffee maker and shuffled out of the kitchen, heading to the window for her first look at the world on a sleepy Sunday morning.
Opening the drapes, she let a shaft of the bright morning sun slip into the dimly lit den, which became His for most of the day.
However, this time of day, her favorite time, the den, and this window, almost always belonged to her.
It wasn't her favorite room in the expansive home, but the view this time of day was just so perfect. The sun crept over the trees and exploded on the neighbor's colorful garden.
The scent of the freshly brewed coffee drifted into the room and she was about to turn, when a movement from the corner of her eye caught her attention. Patty, the Glover's daughter, was wandering out the patio doors and heading for the bountiful bed of multicolored roses with a basket and pruning shears.
As her eyes followed Patty, she smiled wistfully to herself and secretly envied the young girl. "Oh, to be twenty again and home from college for the summer. Free to do as she pleased and so young and pretty." At thirty-five, she knew she still looked good, but she supposed every woman would stay young, if given the chance.
Deep in thought, she jumped as His hands rested upon both her shoulders. She hadn't heard Him slip into the room and became a little nervous for not having His coffee poured and ready.
As she took a breath to apologize, He whispered in her ear to be quiet and peered over her shoulder at the young woman carefully cutting roses and placing them into the wicker basket.