See it now? Wedding rings.
I like my coffee with a little milk...nothing sweet. However, from here on out, if the need arises, I choose you. I choose you because you chose to portray a married couple enjoying coffee in bed. Catch that? A married couple! In this "modern" world, you bucked the current advertising trend. You chose a heterosexual. Married. Couple. Coffee-mate, you are cool and the concept of enjoying coffee in bed with your SPOUSE...that's hot. Thanks.
I love this picture, too.
And this one.
Look what I found? In a few short days she's gone from army man crawling to sitting up by herself, to pulling up...time to lower the mattress. She's a wild one.
Sister had a friend over. They ate popsicles and rocked out in the kitchen. Fun times.
And Little Man...he's just plain ol' insane. I love him. Could eat him up. He's crazy. He carries a sword or gun most of the time..."in case de bad gwuys come." I always feel safe.
I've been working on a little project.
I don't have the before...suffice it to say, this baby was old, tired, and worn out. She was covered in denim and had suffered the abuse of fifteen years with a family of three kids. She looked forlorn. Hopeless.
But I had a little fabric from a yard sale...and an idea I couldn't get out of my head.
I wrapped her with the fabric, like I was wrapping a gift. I pinned here and tucked there. Found some old cording, and used an old piece of cardboard to make the folds for the skirt...and did more pinning. I've washed and dried her several times. She doesn't disappoint. I put her back on when she's still a tiny bit damp, flick down her boxpleat, and she's good as new, not perfect, but wonderful, never-the-less.
The best part is finding my man with a magazine and cup of coffee in hand, with his feet up, not to mention the times I find his head back and eyes closed. Sweet.
A few days ago he told me, "I love sitting in that wingback chair with my feet up on that ottoman."
Well worth the effort.