Especially when it comes to me in bed. Jason surprised me this morning with a french toast breakfast! He played Jack Johnson's "Banana Pancakes" (the song we cut our wedding cake to) as he carried the tray (aka cookie sheet - sad, I know - someday we'll buy a real one) to me on this rainy Saturday morning. What a great way to start the day! He bought challah bread and peaches from the farmer's market. I even got two different kinds of french toast - one plain and one with cornflakes crushed up on it. YUM.
It was a lot of food so Jason helped me finish it... and Rufus waited patiently hoping for a bite too. Kindly ignore my bedhead.
He's the best (and so darn cute)!