It's a lovely, lazy summer Sunday and so far the only productive thing I've done today is to get in the car and ride to our sweet little local diner. They know us there. We never need menus. The mailman is in the kitchen on Sundays and he's one of the only short order cooks I who know who makes eggs over medium just the way I like 'em.
It's day of simple pleasures. Sleeping 'til 8, watching Jesse watch the birds, playing ball with James, enjoying the breeze and drinking coffee with a dear friend who popped by on her morning walk. We're spinning big dreams, making plans and moving our little world closer to where we want to be. Peaceful.
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