#sapphiccore

It’s early morning. It’s the kind of day that makes waking up to see the sunset worth it. The sky, the garden, your wife. This is all you ever wanted. You turn away from the window, and join your wife over the sink, where she’s eating cereal. She smiles at you, bowl held right up to her face. You kiss her, on her forehead, right where her skin meets her hair. You tell her you’ll go do the morning chore. She tells you she’ll meet you at chicken coop when she’s done eating. You don’t want to stop seeing her face, so you walk backwards, arms out behind you, while she laughs, and shoos you along. You wink, and turn, heading to the cows first. The two of you have been planning this picnics for a few days, waiting for the perfect weather, the perfect flowers, the perfect sky. But you don’t need any of that, you just need her.

I've decided that I'm going to have a traditional honeymoon and drink mead with my wife for the first month of our marriage.