Hi friends! I hope your week is going well, so far. I can't complain about mine. I mean, I could, but what is there to complain about, really? I'm sure I could find something, but there's no fun in that when my days are really filled with so much loveliness. (Life is not perfect, but that's the point, I think.)
On Saturday, before I got dressed to head out for my niece's birthday, I woke up next to my sweet husband and the first thing he said to me was, "Wifey, whadaya say I go make us some pancakes and bacon and eggs?" He's a keeper, all right. And I'm not one to turn down food, especially when it's being cooked for me.
So we turned on the Pandora station and had ourselves a little dance party in the kitchen while the pancakes simmered on our griddle.
And breakfast was yummy, too.