I think I’ve mentioned that weekends clearly have a new meaning for me. There are still the Sundays where it feels good to cross off things on my to-do list, but more importantly most of what “big plans” I have get pushed to the way side in lieu of this sweet boy:
After a few quick errands, I ditched my Sunday yoga plans for some quality time with Londyn in the front yard. The weather was perfect and a lazy afternoon gazing at clouds, listening to music and hanging out while Jake worked on the yard.
An extra hour with my boy was well worth it. Lazy Sundays like these are pretty much perfect.