Sunday.

We made french toast with maple syrup and eggs with hot sauce. We walked to the farmer’s market and bought french pastries and pomegranates. We opened the windows and enjoyed the cool breeze of a mid- 60s San Francisco day. I sat on the front patio reading Saltwater Buddha and listening to the beautiful songs of the gospel choir from the church on the corner as their sounds floated down our block.

Brent took a nap with the dogs and watched football. I met up with Megahn and marveled in her light as she gushed about falling in love.

Meg and I joined Kristin, Celine and several other friends for our book club meeting - the discussion sprinkled with laughter, tangents about our mutual love for the beautiful city we live in and occasional interruptions from Augustus the bulldog who snored loudly in the corner.

Brent and I ate egg salad sandwiches for dinner. I told him how lucky I was to be living this life. He rubbed the hard knots that Everly’s little feet make when she pushes out against my belly. then we went to sleep early, hopeful for the week ahead.

and another beautiful Sunday was done.

Love,

M