The "perfect" start?

Ahh, morning.
The sun is filtering in through the blinds, the blankets are warm and the pillow just right.  I roll out of bed to the quiet of the house and shuffle slowly to the kitchen.
Pulling out the coffee grinder and opening the can of black shiny beans my mind drifts.  Somewhere there is a dreamy memory, thought, idea floating around in my head.  The remembrance of the perfect Folgers Coffee commercial. 
It portrays a woman sitting on her porch wrapped in a fuzzy blanket with her stocking feet sticking out the bottom.  She is looking out over the railing of her deck at the misty mountain lake, while geese lift off into the fog.  She is quietly sipping on the hot steamy beverage while smiling peacefully to herself. 
I imagine myself there.  It is beautiful.....
Then I am jerked back to reality by a tug on my shirt, "mom I am hungry, aaannd thirsty too."  Then a giggle comes from the other room where there is tickling and chaos getting underway.
The Folgers commercial calls me back, but alas it is not real.
My husband laughed at me this morning when I poutingly pointed out that we didn't have a lake or geese or warm fuzzy blankets on a non existent porch.  He reminded me that in the commercial the people were older, possibly grandparents.
I nodded in agreement and walked away listening intently for the sound of waves lapping on the shore and a goose calling to his mate in the distance.