We take our Sunday mornings slow. The 3E’s put forth the effort to just say “relax,” and sit down on the couch for another rendition of Winnie the Pooh or yesterday’s Pioneer Woman. Between the singing and cooking, Mads plays with her dollhouse as I sip on my bottomless cup of coffee, staring at her little curls and stealing glances from my bubbs. It’s just us. And I couldn’t be happier. When we decide to slowly peel ourselves from the comfort of...
August 10, 2014