My hubby is home from a week overseas on a business trip.
We have a relaxing Sunday ahead of us, with another free Monday so he can recover from jetlag.
I’m watching him and my son ‘tickle fight’ on the couch, with additional arsenal of a custom quilt handmade by my mother. The durable kind to withstand years of wear and tear from toddlers.
I don’t care there’s an additional four loads of laundry waiting for me, or a grocery list to make, or a sink full of dishes. We’re going to celebrate this heaven even more by going out to lunch with B’s favorite food: Mexican.
Perhaps if my two boys nap today, I may get additional writing in. But if not, that’s ok. There’s infinite rooms in heaven.