I'm so thankful for Mondays after my work weekends. The rest and quietness of home is so longed for and enjoyed. And although I like and appreciate my job, after super busy work days (like this past weekend) it is confirmed that my place is most definitely in the home rearing my youngin(s).
Barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen is my most favorite place to be.
Yes it is.
I love home people. I can't help it.
But when I'm not there, SG does a fabulous job handling things.
On Sunday morning he served up our family's traditional french toast breakfast to our sweet boy (who had a very runny nose and could not make it to church).
Grande makes killer french toast by the way.
He took these pictures thinking I might want to blog about this. He was right!
The Stephens have a fantastic time together on their "boy" weekends. And I'm always welcomed home with hugs, kisses, and usually a warm meal (that SG cooks!)
Hope some of you love Monday as much as me!