A Day of Light, Love, and the Sparkle That Dances Within The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was light. Not just any light, but summer light  - the kind that slips into the room with confidence, painting everything in warm gold as if it knows it’s been missed. For more than three weeks, mornings had been stubbornly grey, heavy with cold drizzle that clung to every surface. But today, the air was alive. I could hear the birds already busy in the garden, the faint hum of bees, and the leaves murmuring in a warm, easy breeze. As a feminized husband, mornings are my responsibility - and my pleasure. I take pride in being the first one up, setting the rhythm for the day with care and attention. I tied my hair back loosely and slipped into my light robe, stepping quietly into the kitchen. The tiles were cool beneath my feet, the sunlight pooling across the counters like liquid amber. I filled the kettle and set it on the hob. The smell of fresh coffee grounds filled the air a...