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“What’s the name of the snowman in ‘Frozen'”? I asked as I looked up from my iPad.
“Olaf,” my wife answered without looking up from the book she was reading.
She was sitting at the end of the couch with her feet resting in my lap. She was wearing a well-worn t-shirt without a bra and loose-fitting sl_eep shorts without panties. I couldn’t actually see that she wasn’t wearing panties but there was no problem seeing the dark hue of her nipples pushing against the thin material of her t-shirt. I loved her perky breasts and never tired of looking at them. If I asked her to flash me, I knew she’d probably roll her eyes and then she’d raise her shirt and let me ogle them for a moment before she’d say, “Happy?” and I’d grin and thank her as she lowered her t-shirt and shook her head with an amused smile. It was just one of our things we did together. Kind of like what we were doing now. Sitting on the couch doing a crossword together with a cup of coffee as we enjoyed a quiet Sunday morning.
It was our chance to reconnect and bond after a hectic week. After twelve years of marriage, we still loved spending time with each other. Despite our busy work schedules and my wife’s seemingly endless social calendar, we always tried to start each week just like this – cuddled up on the couch, sipping coffee and enjoying each other’s company.
“What wood is used to make a hope chest?” I asked confused. “And, what’s a hope chest?”
My wife looked up from her book, explaining, “They were given to young women so they could collect things they would need in ‘hopes’ of getting married,” she replied derisively. “They’re usually made out of cedar for the smell and because cedar naturally repels insects.”
I checked and ‘CEDAR’ fit in the five empty squares of the crossword. “How do you know so much?” I marveled with a shake of my head.