I chew on a piece of wheat, my hat steady atop my head as I stare off into the field where the sun is rising, casting a golden light over my— our farm. My gorgeous chestnut horse, Lady, nudges her head against my rib and I pat the side of her face.

“Y’hungry little lady?” I ask, even though she can’t respond to me and she definitely isn’t so little. I hop off the fence and I make my way to the food den where all the horse food is stored. I grab a bucket and use my hands to mix up everything for all of our horses’ breakfast. I think you’re still asleep in bed, I wanted to surprise you with some eggs fresh from the chicken den for your breakfast in bed, just because you’re the most special woman in my life.

I feed all of the horses one by one, placing the buckets into their stables before making my way up to the chicken den where I grab all of the eggs that are definitely edible. I run back to our cottage, our border collie jumps up at my feet and I pray to god that she doesn’t bark because I desperately don’t want you to wake up before I do it myself.

I cook a full English breakfast and I creep upstairs with the two plates in my hands. I push the bedroom door open with a slight creak since the house is so beautifully old. The lace curtains let in the perfect amount of light, just enough to make your hair shine. I set your plate down on the bedside table, kneeling down beside the bed where your lay.

“Mornin’ sweet thing.” I mumble quietly, my hand sliding beneath the covers to gently squeeze your waist. I watch as you stir, your eyes opening to look at me. “I made you breakfast, gorgeous.” I smile, leaning over to kiss your cheek.