The moist footsteps on marble shine as the sun lights up the house...
The sweet smell of soap and bubbles is replaced with the scent of incense sticks...
Coffee brews on the stove and the day's newspaper ruffles on the table...
As the sumptuous breakfast is laid, I hold up her tender hand, look into her smiling eyes and whisper into her ever listening ears, "What would I do if it weren't for you?"
She ruffles my hair , smiles amusingly and leaves me a wink :)
Moms are always like that aren't they? ;)
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