Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Today is my favorite kind of day, Sunday with the scent of my woman’s cooking drifting from the kitchen, all throughout our large home. Lily, our precocious and confident four year old, has decided she wants to direct a play.
And of course, Bjorn has kindly obliged. He’s always looking out for his little sister.
He stands near the mantelpiece, a bear mask on his face, scavenged from last Halloween. On the other side of the room, Jessica and Paul get ready to run away from Bjorn.
Whereas Bjorn and Lily have inherited most of their features from me – the black hair, the eye color, the general shape of their faces – Jessica and Paul are all their mother.
The seven and five year olds both have her deep brown hair, her smile, her unique combination of shyness and confidence.
I stand behind the couch, watching the scene as love bubbles in my heart, as so much love expands I’m certain I’m going to burst with it.
But that’s nothing new.
I always feel like I’m going to burst with love.
When my perfect wife established her own costume business – after years of working under Maximillia’s guidance – pride and love swelled in me.
When Bjorn was picked for the basketball team, pride and love burned.
When Jessica baked us a cake that was the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted, when Paul showed me the program he’d built on the computer at school, when our youngest – our little cherub, three month year old Simone – made a sound that almost sounded like Mama…
On and on, too many moments to count, all of them stacking up inside of me until I can’t remember a time when I didn’t want a family.
I turn at the sound of footsteps, finding my woman walking toward me with the baby monitor in her hand. She always carries it around the house – or clips it to her belt – and that causes yet even more love to flutter through me.
My eyes rack over her body, the way the apron falls over her breasts, the voluptuousness that has only increased with time. Her smile is way more confident and sassy than shy these days, but I can always see the tiny glint in her eyes, the glimmer that takes me back to those wild days on set.
“How’s it going in here?” she asks quietly.
Suddenly Bjorn lets out a growl and charges across the room, causing Paul and Jess to scatter and run around the furniture, Lily giggling and clapping her hands together.
I turn back to my wife with a smile on my face.
“Oh, I’d say pretty much perfect.”
Her smile mirrors mine as our eyes meet, as we silently rejoice in this incredible love filled life we’ve built.
I move forward and wrap my arm around her, kissing the top of her head, feeling like the luckiest man who’s ever lived.