Adam got home late last night, about an hour after I fell asleep and looong after Bug had gone down for the night. I hardly responded when he spoke to me at midnight, even though my mind still registered his arrival.
So when I woke up this morning, I was thrilled he was there. As I'm sure you guessed, we were awakened by Bug...with a hug! She climbed on Adam, hugging him, which then woke me up. Perfect, right?
We got the idea to make Adam breakfast in bed as a welcome home gift:
We made bacon - our favorite kind, from Dickson's Farmstand Meats in Chelsea Market - with scrambled eggs. And I found some Eckerton tomatoes at Manhattan Fruit Exchange yesterday so I cut those up, and tossed them with salt, pepper, lemon zest, and olive oil. Bug was in charge of making toast and buttering it.
Breakfast in bed on a sunny Saturday morning. Really, at that moment, I knew that I didn't need anything else in the world to make me happy.
And, as a treat to myself for making it through a challenging week, I poured a glass (okay, fine, two glasses) of prosecco.