I love Sunday mornings. The newspaper, the Target ad, leisurely sipped coffee, and waffles made in our iron by William. This morning we had blueberry waffles and they were so good. Molly is extra snuggly and the light comes in the window and it feels like home.
It's always felt like my parents' house will feel like "home." Especially the first house--I only lived in their "new" house for a couple of years. And those homes still do sorta feel like "home" because it's comforting to be there, but it's been a slow progression towards making my own home.
Sunday mornings feel like home. Pajamas, waking up slowly, enjoying the morning like it's an indulgence. It's turning into a routing, a tradition, and I love every one of them.
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It is 4 p.m.
I am still in pajamas.
Shh.
Blueberry waffles sound so good! The stuff about home is nice too. :)
Yay for Sunday mornings! (Makes me think of that Maroon 5 song.) A lovely post. Love these glimpses of married life.
Oh how I long for Sunday mornings like that.
heh. i totally look forward to the target ad in my sunday paper, too.
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