Last Sunday, Husband and I opted for an impromptu picnic right after church. There’s not much I love more than sitting on a picnic blanket next to my 2 favorite people. Nature brings out the best in me, and being surrounded by soccer-playing daddies & tots, squeaky teeter-totters, sky-flying swings,
way too many unleashed dogs, green grass, and sunny skies is just icing (and sprinkles) on top of the cake. This, my friends, is what Sunday afternoons were meant to be. Bliss.
We just loved. We sat together, munching on a crusty baguette sprinkled with chunks of peppered pecorino that we lucked upon at a 50% discount, with Summer Elizabeth wedged between our laps. Husband chugged a tall bottle of iced tea as we chatted and glanced around from time to time to see if our friends were making their way over yet. We brought no napkins. No knives. No picnic blanket (our friends, always prepared, came with a blanket AND baby toys.) No agenda. All we needed was one another and the perfectly sunny, breezy Sunday afternoon.
Thank you Lord, for the perfect Sunday afternoon!