Sleep lasted a bit longer this morning due to the extra darkness, the low rumble of thunder, and the gentle pattering of rain on our big bedroom windows. Even Weber snuggled into bed with me, ignoring Jonathan's last-minute studying and getting ready that she typically cannot resist tagging along for. Rain has a habit of doing that to a girl. A little coffee. A little extra time in the Word. A little laundry. A little quiet. It's that kind of morning. Now if only my man were home to share it...
Speaking of my dreamily handsome heartbreaker of a husband, please say a little prayer that this vicious, ruthless, persistent case of poison ivy will go away. He is miserable and distracted, which really does not partner well with massive amounts of stressful studying. Maybe he should just come home and enjoy this rainy morning with me; I think it's just what the doctor ordered.
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this blog post was so sweet....i miss mr. mojito
Enjoy every minute of those rainy day "lazies" girl - the minute a baby comes into the picture, they are but a faint memory :) I was just wishing for a morning such as this when I woke up yesterday to the sound of rain on the roof and Isabella babbling into the monitor (aka "Hey Mom, it's time to eat!") Tell Jonathan we hope he's feeling less itchy soon!
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