I Deserve It...

The warmth of the sun gently kisses my caramelized skin awakening me to a fresh new day where the possibilities are limitless. I unravel myself from the entanglement of the thousand count pure white sheets which brighten the room. It’s Friday; it’s my day.

As I prepare to get up, I take a deep breath in, hold it and then release it. I count, 1-2-3 and repeat. Reaching for the ceiling, I give my body the stretch it’s been longing for. At the bathroom mirror I find myself gazing at the accomplishments of the nights beauty rest. There are purple sticky notes on the mirror that read, “Hello Gorgeous” “Own Your Day,” “You’re A Badass in every sense of the word.” I smile, the reminders have elevated me to another realm; believing that I can achieve anything. I take a steamed towel and place it on my face and repeat my breathing technique again. I’m relaxed. Wait a minute, what’s that smell, is that…bacon? Yes, it’s bacon and it smells delightful and I’m hungry. I grab my robe and head in the direction of the kitchen. To my surprise, a personal chef.

“Good Morning, Mrs. Singer,” the chef greeted. “Please have a seat and I will serve you.”

I take a seat at the table. Deep breath in, the aroma fills my nostrils, hold it and then release it. As I free the detained breath, the chef brings the plate over and places it in front of me.

“For you,” he said.

I thank him as I admire the plate of deliciousness that has been placed before me. Crisp applewood bacon, fluffy eggs with cheese, stuffed French toast, a side of fresh fruit and a mimosa. I start to eat and yes, it is as good as it looks…it’s actually better!

The doorbell rings. Who could that be this early? It’s now a little after 9AM. I open the door.

“Delivery for Mrs. Singer,” the man said. “Please sign here,” he hands me the tablet for my signature.

Orange, Yellow and White roses. Twenty-four of them. The card reads, “KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU! I admire you!” I put the roses in a beautiful vase on the kitchen island. Marveling at their beauty, I’m elated and overwhelmed. I haven’t even taken a shower yet and this has been the best day ever.

Just then, my phone alerts me to a new text message, it reads: Mrs. Singer we are excited to serve you today. Please arrive by 10:30AM. Yours truly, Star Treatment Spa Team. A spa day! Could this day get any better?

After my shower, I head to the spa. I am welcomed by DeAnna, she will perform my first service, a hot stone massage.

“Can I get you a glass of merlot while you wait,” DeAnna asked? “It’s from Bright Cellars.”

“Oh yes, I’ll take a glass,” I said. “Bright Cellars is my favorite, do you have Jetbird or Meet Cute?”

“We actually have both,” DeAnna confirmed.

“I’ll take Meet Cute,” I do a little shoulder dance.

Once I finish my pre-self-care session, I head to the back. Deep breath in, hold it, then release it. Count 1-2-3 and repeat. The smell of the essential oils and DeAnna’s angelic hands cause me to fall into a Snow-White like sleep. I wake up an hour and a half later to a new face. Kelly is there ready to start my facial. My body is so relaxed. I feel so good!

“Did you enjoy your massage,” Kelly asked.

“I must have, I went to sleep,” I laughed.

Deep breath in, hold it, then release it. Count 1-2-3 and repeat.

My eyes are closed, topped with cucumbers. I feel the cool avocado mixture being applied, then softly massaged into my skin. I think to myself; this is the life.

Moments later, Kelly wipes the avocado mask from my face, I take a deep breath in, I hold it and then release it. Count 1-2-3 and repeat. This state of relaxation I can’t even explain. I take another deep breath, as the cool air journeys through my nostrils, the smell of lavender and vanilla ignite my senses, I hold it and then release. The cucumbers are removed from my eyes, I focus; there’s another female standing to the side of me.

“Hello, Ms. Singer, my name is Maria. Are you ready for your mani/pedi?” She asked.

“Yes, ma’am! You all sure know how to treat a girl.” I confirm.

She leads me over to the polish bar to select a color. I choose peach; it complements my caramel skin tone. I walk over to the oversized spa chair to have a seat. I immerse my feet one by one. I breath in deeply, allowing the air to fill my lungs to its capacity. I hold it for a second and then release. Count 1-2-3 and repeat. We make small talk. I rave about the day I have had thus far. Maria expressed her jealousy as she applied the last coat of polish to my nails. She wished she had someone who cared enough about her to make sure felt special every now and again.

My spa time had come to an end. I had definitely been rejuvenated, there was no doubt about that. Arriving home, I opened the door to find red rose petals on the floor leading to the master bathroom. To my surprise, a candlelit bubble bath, illuminates the room. There’s a glass of Merlot amidst the candles. The Bluetooth speaker aired a personalized concert of some of my favorite artists. I walk over to the mirror, I stare into my eyes, and speak softly, reminding myself, “you do deserve this.” In my peripheral, I see a hot pink sticky note taped to the mirror. I confiscate it. It read:

Enjoy your bath beautiful. Your chariot will arrive in exactly two hours. You have a weekend bag next to the bed, bring that with you. I love you so much and I can’t wait to spend some quality time with you.

XOXO

I can’t contain my excitement. It overtakes me in such a way that I can hardly enjoy my bubble bath. I force myself to calm down. I take a deep breath in, hold it and release. Count 1-2-3 and repeat it. Do you know how it feels to be loved like this?

After my bath, I lubricate my fleshly covering. I enter my bedroom. There were three skillfully wrapped packages in the center of the bed. I run over to grab them. FYI- I love receiving gifts.

I impatiently tear into the largest package. OMG, it’s a sexy white, off the shoulder, jumpsuit. I open the next gift, it’s slightly smaller. Shoes! One of my favorite things. A gorgeous pair of strappy silver stilettos. Finally, the last but not the least. This is the smallest box. It hold a diamond pendent necklace with matching earrings. I adorned myself with each one of the gifts. If I must say so myself, “I look absolutely amazing.”

The ringing doorbell snaps me back into reality. It must be the driver. I quickly seize the pre-packed bag next to the bed and head to the door.

“Ms. Singer,” the driver asked?

“Yes,” I smiled.

“May I take your bag, please?”

He reaches for my bag; I oblige. He opens the back door of the all-black Cadillac SUV and helps me into the vehicle.

“Your flight leaves in an hour,” he said.

Like the boss that I am, I sit back and enjoy the smooth sound of H.E.R. emerging from the speakers. I take a deep breath in, hold it and release. Count 1-2-3 and repeat it.

We arrive at the airport, where a private jet awaits to take me to Miami. The driver opens my door and escorts me to the plane. I’m met by my personal flight attendant. She hands me a glass of Merlot and shows me to my seat. After a short ride we arrive in Miami, where I am met by another driver to take me to a yacht.

As I enter the yacht, the aroma of perfection attacks my senses. The ambience and music are impeccable. There’s a romantic table, set for two and there sitting at the table my sexy husband dressed in an all-black tailored suit. He rises from the table and walks over to greet me. He grabs my hand, kisses it and ushers me to the space dedicated for me. We enjoy our meal. The conversation is amazing. I think I’ve fallen in love all over again.

Continuing to enjoy one another we take a walk on the beach. We find a spot, spread our blanket and sit. He opens a fresh bottle of Merlot from Bright Cellars and pours us each a glass. We toast to twenty-two years of marriage. Fortunate to be each other’s person, I lay in his arms; our love continues to grow and we are thrilled about life together.

Again, the warmth of the sun gently kisses my caramelized skin awakening me to a fresh new day where the possibilities are limitless.