It’s a Sunday afternoon and I’m sitting on my parent’s couch, listening to music, watching Dave get Isla’s dinner ready.

Today has been one of those quintessential lazy Sundays. Multiple cups of tea and exciting discussions over breakfast. Long naps. Looking out the window to see the sun poking out behind looming storm clouds. We’ve ventured out and had coffee. We’ve relaxed over tv shows. We’ve watched Isla play with her toys, play with us, explore her surroundings.

Dave napped. I ate chocolate ice-cream out of the tub at 10am this morning. The house is a mess, but our bellies are full, our spirits high, and our bodies rested.

Oh, how I love a good Sunday.