Picture coming home from a long day at work. You’re exhausted and it’s been just a shit day. After you drop your purse and laptop in the oversized leather chair in the living room, and you pull off your blue heels, you walk into the kitchen and see me standing at the island. You notice the sleeves of my purple oxford shirt, the one you bought me, rolled up over my forearms and you see that I’m opening that bottle of red you really like. Yep, that’s one wine glass…well actually my favorite little antique jelly jar that I drink my wine from. You look me in the eye with a “that’s not going to work” look and you see me smile slyly, and I pour you the wine and pass my favorite glass to you.
As I lean back against the kitchen counter you hear me say in my deep, smooth voice, “Hey I ran you a bath, I thought you might like it after the day you’ve had. Why don’t you go ahead and soak a bit, I’ll bring the bottle up shortly?” You smile and give me a quick kiss on the cheek and head upstairs. I wait in the kitchen, listening to your footsteps above as you undress and walk to the oversized garden tub, full of hot water and those bath salts you like. Yes, I’ve paid attention to that. I hope it’s making you smile up there.