Oh yes, I love this man.

Oh yes, I love this man.

I peek through one eye and immediately squeeze them shut again as the brilliant morning light pierces my view. It forces me to roll over, lift my arms above my head, and stretch out on my king-size bed covered in plush pillows. I could lay here her for a while longer, but I don’t want to waste one minute of this glorious day. A feeling of gratitude overcomes me as I take in the energy of the moment. I look around my room filled with beauty and I thank Spirit for allowing me to create this; my reality.

I sit up at the edge of the bed and pick up a photo of my handsome husband, kiss it and hold it to my heart, closing my eyes and silently saying “I love you for loving me” and place back onto the nightstand. I move to the sun-filled bathroom and begin my morning ritual. As I apply my favorite facial lotion; I stare intently into the mirror viewing the lines on my face. I smile and chuckle understanding that each one is a gift of love from lessons learned and how I wouldn’t change a thing. I love my life.

I stroll down the corridor listening to my footsteps on the dark wouldn’t floors and as I turn the corner to the landing I can see the trees peaking the hillside from the huge floor to ceiling windows that line the great room. “Alexis, turn on the music,” I say and play “Dancing in the Moonlight”. I hear the music fill the house and I hop down the stairs to the kitchen. I love my kitchen with its white cabinetry and the stained-glass windows that bring rainbows of light into the house. It makes me feel so happy. Without notice, I can feel my body begin to move to the music and I start to sing out loud. I grab a cup, some honey, and a tea bag and turn on the kettle. While waiting for the kettle to brew, I text my husband and wish a productive day filled with love and add a few heart, and lip emoji’s. Grabbing my tea I walk out onto the terrace, a terrace fit for a queen. The stone wall wraps around the hilltop of my home keeping me from falling to the valley below. I sit in my cushioned chair and take in the hot brew feeling the warmth flow into my belly. I take a deep breath, exhale, and give thanks for the exhilarating view. I can hear the birds telling their stories to each other, singing their songs of love.

I finish my tea and begin my session of kundalini yoga and then take another 20 minutes to silently meditate. Feeling refreshed, I head in for a shower. I’m flying to Tokyo this afternoon to meet my husband who has been away on business. He will be speaking in front of thousands of people and I love to watch him in his element because he knows how to captivate a room with such ease. Being with him has allowed me to pursue my passion of writing. I enjoy writing about interesting people and places that I have had the privilege to meet on my adventures.

I am ready to go, hair check, makeup check, passport check, bag check, car keys check. I think I have everything I need. With ease, I gather my belongings, head to the garage, and stop at the door to set the alarm. I call my daughter who is coming up for a couple of nights and I provide her with instructions while I’m away. I put my bags into the Mercedes, open the garage, get in the car, and back out. I roll up the windows and put down the top. I roll out of the circler driveway down to the gate. I wait for the gate to close behind me and start my journey down the winding road cover in redbud trees that have grown together over the years creating a canopy of shade overhead, breathtaking. My home sits on top of the highest peak in the Tuscan hillside. The hills are covered in vibrant colors of red, blue, and violet flowers. I pass by a local vineyard draped in beautiful green colors with rows of cabernet vines. I love this drive; it allows my mind to wander freely generating thoughts of words that I would like to write. My thoughts have allowed the time to pass quickly and I find myself pulling into the small private airport. I am taking a small jet that has been scheduled by my husband, the flight should only take a few hours. As I board the aircraft I am greeted by Frank and Armando, the pilots that take me to my destination. I have flown with them many times before and know that I am in good hands. The steward takes my bags and jacket and I find a position next to the window. It seems like minutes and we are airborne. The steward brings me a glass of sparkling water and some fruit and pull out my laptop and begin to write whatever beautiful thoughts come to mind. I know that by free writing a story will develop.

I get lost in the words that come to mind and before I know it, we are landing on the tarmac. I gather my belongings and hand them to the steward who helps me to the awaiting car below. The air is filled with humidity, but it does not bother me, I am used to it. We take a short drive to the Mandarin Oriental Tokyo Hotel. The driver opens the door and I reach for his hand as he assists me out of the car. He grabs my bag and the doorman immediately greets meet with a bow taking my bag and handing it to the bellhop who walks me to the front desk. The hotel is so luxurious I always feel like a queen when I walk through this space. I check-in and the bellhop guides me to the Oriental King Suite atop of the hotel. I tip the bellhop and close the door. I love this room, I have an expansive view of the city and as the sun begins to set the city lights start to come alive, it is so magical. My husband rings the room to inform me that a car will be there in an hour to pick me up for dinner. I miss my husband I have not seen him for a couple of days, but we connected by the heart and I feel his energy around me even when we are not together. I love him so much. I freshen up and put on a dress appropriate enough for a business dinner, yet sexy enough to turn him on. I add that sweet sent of Obsession I know he likes and head for out the door to the elevator. I know what I am wearing is the right choice by the looks I am getting from the men I pass. I walk out to the awaiting car. The driver comes around to open the door and lets me in and in seconds we are off.

We arrive at the destination and I am escorted to the restaurant door where the maître D shows me to my table. As I approach, I see my husband, tall handsome, well-groomed, and sexy stand up to greet me with a kiss to the cheek. The other men at the table all stand up and wait until I am seated to sit down. I am introduced to the men and women sitting with us and we enjoy a beautiful dinner. I cannot help but touch my husband under the table, I get so excited to see him, his energy draws me close and I cannot wait to be alone with him. Dinner is finally over; we say our good-byes and head outside. My husband asks if we should go for a drink and I tell him no, I want to back to the hotel so we can enjoy each other, and he agrees. The hotel is not that far from the restaurant and we decide to walk. I feel like a kid when I am with him, he brings out the playful side in me. I can feel my heart fill with joy when I am with him. We reach the hotel and walk inside. My husband tells the front desk to send up champagne, strawberries, and hot chocolate. A smile comes to my face, I pull him closer, kiss him gently, grab his hand, and walk to the elevator. Oh, yes… I love this man. And in my heart, I quietly thank Spirit for bringing him to me.