It is one of my favorite days.
The day after Thanksgiving.
Not because i love football.
Not because i get up at the butt crack of dawn to catch the deals.
Not because i am in a turkey induced coma.
But because it is so calm, so peaceful, and so full of nothing.
I woke up at 8 with the kids and fixed them breakfast. It is cold outside. I mean REALLY cold. It was 73 degrees yesterday and today it hasnt made it to 35.
I settled in on the couch with my babies. The baby went down for a nap. I turned on the WVU/Pitt game.
I looked over and MJ was asleep. I curled up with Phabian on the love seat.
With in minutes our breathing had synced and we were both asleep.
Those moments are why i love the day after. It is a lazy day of love, leftovers, and comfort.
How often do you get to cuddle with you older kids and take a nap in the middle of the day?
It is truly priceless!