... a rainy morning.
So thankful for that rain we had on Sunday morning. I woke up after a night out partying at a wedding, and assumed it was like 5am because it was still a little dark out. Nope, 10am (nothing beats sleeping in, either). I let Maverick out and stood on the back porch a minute before waking up the boy and telling him it had rained. All three of us went out on the front porch for a minute before crawling back into bed.
And then, spent the entire day on the couch watching the Olympics. Coffee was drank, PB&J was ate, naps were taken. It was perfectly lazy and I love it.