The year was 23, early August the 8th to be specific as the late stages of winter begin to fade. The warmth of the weekend morning breeze wrapped around me as I sat on the veranda smoking my morning cigarette, this marks the beginning of my morning routine, surrounded by the gentle rustle of leaves falling on our front potch. The scent of watered wet soil fills the air close to her vegetable garden that she grows her spring onions in. The sky was painted with a light hue of blue and orange as the sun rose, casting a golden glow over the landscape. Oh what a beautiful site to behold i am content with the simplicity of my happy home. As she stares back to me and smiles my heart fills up with butterflies kinda reminds me of that day we first met in an American style franchise restaurant. "Baby dont you dare fist bump me" is the thought pondering in my mind.The glow in her deep brown eyes gaze mesmerizing with no shade of red at sight her eyes never lie believe me as the sun reflect on her makeup less face her natural beauty captivates me oh how is it i still fall inlove with her daily stare to this day is still a mystery i dont want to solve.

As my fingers stride across my bookshelf filled with encyclopedias and all her favorite famous collection of poems my dear darling reads to me whenever she sings to me my favourite lines of assurance "How much do i love thee Xoli".

What more can a simple man ever ask for. My eyes caught intrest in a hard covered book she got me years ago so i guess this is todays read.

Ahh Camus here we are again old friend. I begin to read and as I was lost in the thin pages of "The Stranger" frozen in focus with my all white golden ringed cigarette hanging in my mouth the smoke calms my nerves an addiction she seems to fail to make me kick. The words transport me to a world of philosophical introspection. Disturbed I lose focus for a second and look around and i cant help to stop myself from smiling with content, my little home on a hill. Amore did I not fulfill all my promises and as my little Cairo reluctantly pulls strides on the edges of my straight ironed beige cotton Soragna trouser my heart fills with content and satisfaction, "I've came a long way."

As I read, the aroma of freshly baked scones crept from the kitchen, mingling with the scent of my lady brewing me my daily dosage of coffee. She knows I love my coffee dark and sweetend just like my woman. My heart skipped a beat as I caught a glimpse of Amore through the window, her head wrapped delicately in my favorite silk scarf, damn i think with an elegant appearance i stare at her ,she knows i love it when she looks like my wife already. Comfortably wearing my black champion branded tshirt and her dark apron hanging around her figure, her waist steadly moving in tune with the movement of her figure as our favourite playlist keeps rolling playing in the background uninterrupted, song after song as we both zone out on the memories of each single lyric carries, she expertly juggled breakfast preparations.

The soft light danced across her features, highlighting the gentle curve of her smile as she gazed out the window, lost in thought. Time seemed to stand still as I watched her, the world narrowing to this unreal moment.

The sound of sizzling non pork bacon and the gentle clinking of dishes created a soothing melody, masked by the occasional chirps of birds in the garden. I felt grateful for this peaceful morning, surrounded by the people and things I loved.

As Amore caught my eye, she smiled, and I felt my heart swell with affection. She mouthed "good morning baba" through the window, and I replied with a gentle smile, feeling the warmth of the moment wash over me.

The scent of coffee grew stronger, and Amore came to the veranda, carrying a tray fixed with freshly baked scones, dark coffee, and a vase with a note, she brough to me my glass ash try she bought me last summer on my birthday so i dont damage her favourite coffee table i bought her when we moved into our little asansias. She set the tray down beside me, and I wrapped my arms around her waist as i pulled her close to me.

"Good morning my love" she whispered to me.

"Good morning mamie" I replied, my voice filled with assurance.

We sat together, watching the sunrise, the garden blooming around us, and the world feeling full of promise. In this moment, everything felt right with the world.