The leaves were falling gracefully, rustling on the ground as the cold breeze gently blew through the air. It was the perfect day for a picnic with the woman I love. My wife.

We were sitting on a red-and-white checkered blanket, surrounded by delicious food. I could hear her laughter as she rested her head on my lap, and I softly caressed her hair, feeding her the food I had made just for her. We were reminiscing about the past, talking about the first time we met, when we became girlfriends, and that unforgettable first kiss.

“I still remember the day you told me you loved me, with the maple leaves falling all around us. It was so romantic,” I said, smiling at the memory.

I’ll never forget how she looked, holding that bouquet of flowers, her cheeks flushed as she nervously yelled out her feelings for me. It was both silly and beautiful.

“You were so cute, love. Yelling out your love for me... Awww, shucks! You’re just too adorable!” I added, pinching her cheeks playfully.

She giggled as I fed her another bite, her eyes sparkling with that playful energy I loved so much.

“How does it taste, love?” I asked with a grin, wanting to savor this moment with her.