"Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy." Guillaume Apollinaire

Nudging you awake, asking if you needed anything. Taking one last deep breath of slumber, you replied. I gathered up what you wanted and brought it back: The Lorax, Thin Mints, and milk. With sleepy eyes you glanced at me, smiled, and closed them again. Balancing everything, I crawled beneath your furry blanket of the sun and the stars. Listened to the spine crack of the new book, dipped Thin Mints into milk, and waited. You pulled me close and started reading. We took turns, flipping pages, admiring the simplistic art, and making voices.

What a Sunday morning it was.