delirious

I wake up to a small hand caressing my hair. My first thought is that that's the way I usually put Ellie to sleep. I open my eyes, and sure enough, there she is, looking at me with big, green, awaiting eyes.
'Habby befday mommy!' She says and hugs me in that awkward manner each three-year-old has.
'Hey', I mumble into her hair. 'Was isch für ziit?'
'Time fow pancakes', she exclaims. I laugh.
'Okay honey. Time for pancakes.'
She pulls me into the kitchen while I try to organise my hair a bit while trying to keep in pace with her while stooping down while yawning.
The kitchen is bright, full of sunlight. There's a large plate of pancakes on the table and a little box tied in a red bow. F's leaning against the stove with a steaming cup of what smells like coffee in his hand. When I come in, he comes up to me, plants a kiss on my forehead and hands me the cup.
'Alles Gueti zum 30. Geburtstag, min Schatz', he murmurs.
'Köne mi jez ässe?' Ellie pipes up.
F reaches for the little box on the table. He takes out a silver bracelet and slides it onto my wrist.
'...Und zum 10. Johrestag.'
The sickle moon dangling from the chain glistens.
'Danke', I breathe.
'Mommy!' Ellie whines. She clings onto my pyjama pants, almost pulling them down.
F grabs her and spins her around like an airplane, while she starts squealing with delight.
I take a sip of my coffee. The sun is bright in the window frame. It's mid July. Life's good.