This past Sunday, my husband actually stayed home with the family instead of working on our house. We had breakfast, went on a hike in the freezing rain with the dog and came back to the warm house to snuggle and drink hot chocolate. It was beautiful. A reminder of the way things used to be before we bought our money pit and moved in with my in-laws. A renewed memory of lazy Sundays as a family. Here is what it looked like:
I look forward to the day (hopefully) sometime soon when every Sunday can be like this one (perhaps minus the 30 lb toddler on my back--next time hubby gets the babypack).
It will all be worth it.
It’s gonna be okay.
5 hours ago
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