I had a really good day yesterday. Best day in a long time.
Hubby and I slept in (which is seven o'clock for us). He made me pancakes for breakfast. I love pancakes. We relaxed for a bit and then cleaned the whole house. It looks great.
At the gym I got the good machine. The one where the thing to listen to the TV actually works...and it actually lines up with the TVs in front of me. (The other day I got a bad machine and ended up listening to Seinfeld and watching CNBC.) Also there was actually something I wanted to watch on the TV.
We came home and I made a nice lunch of sandwiches and apples. The apples were really good. Then we took a nap.
We went out to dinner. There was a lot of romantic hand holding. Wine was great. Appetizer was great. Soup was great. Entree was a little weird. There was some sort of spice in the sauce that I couldn't identify, and I didn't like. I got a little buzzed from the wine. Hubby and I had a nice conversation about how (with the exception of our infertility and his messed up family) we have a really nice life, and we are really lucky.
We went home and hubby made a fire in our bedroom. We have a beautiful fireplace in our bedroom, but we only do a fire in there about once a year because it's such a pain in the ass to carry wood upstairs. I'll let the camera drift up to the ceiling now while the music swells.
I love days like this. Nothing special or too out of the ordinary. Just a really good day.