It’s a little late to post this on Sunday night, but I am thankful for Sunday mornings.
I love Sunday mornings. They are slow and sleepy, like we are.
I set up the coffee the night before so all I have to do is turn it on.
I usually make pancakes. From scratch. Because it’s so much better and not that hard. (Who ever thought that it was so hard to make homemade pancakes that they had to make a chemical- and preservative-laden mix for it?)
The kids snuggle on the couch and watch cartoons. Dear Husband and I read the paper.
We don’t get dressed until about 10 AM.
Love Sunday mornings.
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