...and then I exploded.

I used to love Sundays when I was younger; waking up to the sunshine beaming through the windows- making warm strips of light across the carpet where we'd stretch out to play or draw, listening to the radio or a collection of my Momma's cassette tapes... usually followed by a wonderfully pointless but perfect afternoon nap. Those Sundays were best described by the Italian guys in Eat. Pray. Love. as Dolce Far Niente- or "The sweetness of doing nothing".

Sorry, I couldn't help but add the clip- I love that book/movie. =) But they're right, aren't they? The perfect Sunday involves Dolce Far Niente. That Sunday is today. 

We spent the morning sleeping in, snuggled together in our bed... and then the afternoon... and still now. Why? Why haven't we gotten up and done something yet? It's a beautiful Sunday (as evident by the warm sunlight beaming in through the windows)!

Because this Sunday is the last Sunday we'll get to spend together as our little family for a while, I realized when Habibi curled up and threw his arm over me to pull me in close for a snuggle.

...and then I exploded. 

Oh my god. This is really the last Sunday I'm going to spend with my husband for a long time...

Hello, emotional breakdown, I was wondering when you'd get here. 

So here we lay, in each other's arms, the moments dragging... Sure, we could be out and about, doing something memorable and fun together for this last, and very special, Sunday... but it seems when you get out and do, the faster time flies by. We'd rather just be here... enjoying the sweetness of doing nothing together.