Mr. Chef woke me this morning at 7:30. In one hand he carried a cup of coffee, fresh and hot, just for me. In the other, our girl, mouth smeared with chocolate. He told her it was their secret, and that she shouldn't tell me. But the cat got out of the bag, or in this instance, the bunny out of the box.
Waiting in the living room was a box full of chocolate, sent directly from Switzerland for Stella from her Godfather.
Unexpected surprises like this, little gestures of love, carry so much weight and mean more to me than I could ever say.