Love notes

R gets up at 4 am most weekdays (and 3am when he works weekends) to start the day at the barn.  If his morning is not too busy,  he's back home for breakfast and I see him before I leave for work. So most days we  get a chance to say good morning and drink our coffee together. Recently I found this pretty little impatien blossom sitting on my steering column, waiting for me to hop in the car and set out for my day.
He's thoughtful like that. It just so happened to be one of those mornings when squeezing into my jeans was a struggle, and I spilled my coffee, and I'd gotten horrible sleep.  I was a nice way to start the morning and make me realize sometimes I just need to take a breath. Not bad for a guy who'd been up since 4am, huh?

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