Sunday Mornings...

I have always loved Sunday mornings...I don't know exactly what it is about this morning that makes it so different from the other mornings but for some reason, it is my favorite. It even beats out Saturday mornings, and Saturday is when we have family breakfast at the apartment.

Maybe Sunday mornings are my favorite because it is the Lord's day and normally I wake up with a little more pep in my step. Or maybe it is because I have a little bit longer than usual to get ready and enjoy my morning coffee. Or maybe it is just because as I am writing this right now, I get the joy of watching my nephew roll around and crawl on the floor.

I mentioned in my last post that I am thankful that now I finally have a plan and somewhat of a time line, which I am very thankful for. Now, the hard part begins...Where are Steve and I going to live? Where are we going to be working? Will we be making enough money to survive? All of these questions are ones that are scary but exciting at the same time because, as I stated before, Steve and I get to enjoy these adventures together. I love you best friend...