Sometimes the very best Sundays involve skipping your workout, jumping in the car with your husband, driving ninety minutes to pick up your older son, continuing to drive for another forty-five minutes to pick up your younger son, making your way over to a pizza place that your younger son recommends but finding it closed for lunch and instead eating at a place called People’s Park which isn’t a park at all but serves really yummy burgers on brioche buns, and while you eat you’re all ribbing each other but in the most laughter-filled, fun way, and then after you eat you go check out some vinyl at the record store and when it’s time to leave you get a bunch of posed pictures but as usual it’s one of the unposed, goofy ones that is your favorite and will represent the spirit of the whole day, which will leave you smiling for a good long time.
The Very Best Sundays.
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You know I love me a good run-on.
THAT sounds like a perfect day. 🙂 So happy for you.
A PERFECT Sunday indeed! 🙂
Love. That is all.
That picture and descriptor should be the next dictionary entry for “perfect.” Well done!
What a great sounding day!
I added you to Bloglovin FINALLY and now I shall comment on all the blog posts, ALL THE BLOG POSTS.
By the way, you are the kind of mommy I want to be.
And I am totally going to Peoples Park.
Let’s go to People’s Park together! We’ll stop at the record store first.
Okay, so this post is currently tied for favorite. 🙂 I can’t imagine my boys being that big, but they will be. And your sons remind me how much they always love their momma.
Yes, they will be BEFORE YOU KNOW IT OMG. 🙂