Good morning Sunday.
I woke up warm and rested.
I had amazing dreams.
I stretched the biggest stretch I could before rolling my feet out, putting one in front of the other, and heading downstairs.
I love making breakfast in bed for my kids on Sunday mornings. It is one of my life's favourite things.
I love the extra quiet.
I love the extra time.
I love the extra bit of love it takes to do this every week.
I love everything about it. Especially the sleepy, smiling faces when I come through their doors.