Last night, the person scheduled to care for G while we went to church texted to say that she was on her way back from an exhausting trip from an Idaho dog shelter. I felt better telling her she should sleep in rather than telling her that we still needed her bright and early and decided we would make the best of it.
We woke up to glorious rain (in California these days, this is an event) and I decided to sneak upstairs and bring hubby breakfast in bed. It was nice to sleep in, wake up slowly and gradually start our day.
I love it when that happens.
