As I walk down the hall headed to my home office, steaming mug of coffee in hand, I can't help but do a double-take as I pass by the open door of our bedroom. There on the bed is a sight I will never tire of seeing: you, on your stomach, your favorite sleep sweatshirt once again protecting you from the morning chill, but the rest of your spectacular body splayed out on for all to see. Ankles crossed, your legs kicking bac...