He made a promise to himself, sat on the sun-dappled, daisy-dotted grass. She had wanted to walk after their large lunch and they found themselves ambling by a river. Now he was resting his back against the massive oak, knees bent, revealing his brightly coloured socks and a newspaper spread across his legs. She leaned against his arm to read. Yes, this was the way they would spend all Sundays from now on!