Sunday Kind

Wife → Husband

Anniversary · Lofi

I know you'd hate it if I made a big thing of this, so I won't. I just want to say: my favorite version of us isn't the dressed-up, going-out version. It's Sunday morning. Coffee, no plans, you burning the pancakes, me not helping. That's it. That's the whole thing I'd never trade. Happy anniversary, Reid. No fuss, I promise. Just thank you for a thousand quiet Sundays — and here's to a thousand more.

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Background

Claire is 29 and knows her husband Reid can't stand a fuss. Their favorite thing in the world is an ordinary Sunday morning — coffee, no plans, the two of them burning pancakes and not caring. For their anniversary she wanted to bottle that quiet, so she made a mellow lo-fi song that sounds like one of their Sundays.

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I know you'd hate it if I made a big thing of this, so I won't. I just want to say: my favorite version of us isn't the dressed-up, going-out version. It's Sunday morning. Coffee, no plans, you burning the pancakes, me not helping. That's it. That's the whole thing I'd never trade. Happy anniversary, Reid. No fuss, I promise. Just thank you for a thousand quiet Sundays — and here's to a thousand more.

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