Today was not a bad day. Not at all. I promise. But the highlight was, without a doubt, lunch!

I don’t really care for lunch. At least I never used to. For many many years, I only ate supper. I was just never ever hungry. And honestly, I still rarely am. But I recognize that eating is important and I need to do it to sustain my body, even if I don’t feel like it. I’ve gotten better at eating lunch over the years. Sometimes its leftovers. Sometimes its trail mix and dried fruit. Sometimes, its a boost. And sometimes, I skip it altogether, but that happens a LOT less than it used to.

Today’s lunch is brought to you by leftovers and presents.

Here we have watermelon, courtesy of my mom, who cut into what turned out to be a delicious watermelon, and incredibly graciously, share it with us!

Alongside that, we have leftover italian cheese bread from Little Caesars, which my children used to destroy and has apparently moved to the category of “just ok” which meant much of it ended up in my fridge. I warmed some up on the stove and GOODNESS was it SO much better that way!! ACK!

And coffee, of course. Ice cold, from not having a chance to drink it in the morning.

Come on. You’re hungry just looking at this! I know I am! I could go for round two…

Our baby Peanut is our youngest placement at this time, and shares our room. Since Brady isn’t able to walk in any capacity anymore, it is always me who lays baby down for night or naps. Which I’m fine with, because that’s a small thing I can take over. Plus! Peanut does this cute thing and I swear, I will miss it like crazy when it inevitably stops.

As I carry the little one to bed, chest to chest, Peanut ever so lightly licks my shoulder. And I think it is the most endearing little thing. I feel like its my goodnight kiss, and I’ll take it! Its become my little gift whenever I walk Peanut to or from bed. It is the sweetest little thing, and one day when the kid is way too old to lick me, or maybe they’ll bite me, or they’ll move along from our home, I know I will miss my little baby kiss 💜

Camping Sundays are like legs.

Sometimes, they’re smooth.

Other times, they’re not.

They don’t have to be smooth, but its really extra nice when they are.

Realistically, as we’ve learned in the last few years, we could make do without them altogether.

But then you don’t get all the good memories.

So.

This particular camping Sunday was not our smoothest. But! The weekend was filled with beautiful things. Delicious food. Our first beach day of the season. Great company, including my mom! A propane fire pit while wood fires are banned. Our little ones trying out the a trike and the balance bike. The kids discovering truth or dare, and playing the least intelligent version you’ve ever witnessed 🤣 It was a lot of fun. A really, really nice weekend.

Just not today as much 😅🤏

But.

Not a day goes by where Kinasao doesn’t come up in conversation. It is our beloved second home, for which we are beyond grateful.