Stolen dates

I love stolen dates. The other day my man had to be at my work for a meeting, so we decided to have a quick coffee date beforehand. It was so lovely, although it was 8.30 in the morning (usually not my time of day). A stolen half an hour, to talk and to see each other in another environment than usual (read: already in my comfy gear when he comes home). Holding hands, sipping coffee. More of that, please! It's the little things that make life beautiful.