Good mornin', sugar! (Tag northernclaude)
Sandra was down in the kitchen, making pancakes in her nightgown. She was whistling as she flipped the cakes, practically glowing with happiness. She'd been alone for so long, and now she wasn't. She had an absolutely darling man who thought she was beautiful, and whom she'd always loved in one way or another. Life was actually good again. She wasn't just surviving each day.