Culinary aromas wafting through the air in the kitchen and the sound of wine corks popping from the delectable wine collection brought by that days partakers. Outside you could hear ice shoved maliciously around the ice chest as someone was pulling a bottle out then the sound of popping open a cold one as the sliding door was yet again opened and closed.
I used to get a little depressed that this was no longer my life and realized that the only thing I miss of my previous marriage was my life. Not him or the marriage.
I now live with Sweet significant and today Sunday’s are relaxed. We sleep late and watch football, cook food together and have the cocktail if we feel like it and enjoy our puppy Oliver. I read a quote on twitter (the daily love) this morning which really spoke to me.