Dear Lola

Sunday night:

Your papa just walked into the room with a ironing board, a hot water bottle under his arm, and a mug of hot chocolate.

The ironing board is for him to iron his work shirts as we chat.

The hot water bottle is about to be filled & placed under our sheets. He always puts it on my side.

And the hot chocolate was handed to me with a kiss on the forehead.

I fall in love with him all over again with each moment that passes.

I hope you marry someone just like your papa someday... in the distant, many moons away future. 

Your mama