I love sundays. Sunday is a day when when there are only two of us: me and my husband. It’s a Sunday when we can took off to Bauska or Ligatne on the spur of the moment, or spent the whole day at home and have the best time in our lives just because we have each other close.
Now there are three of us on Sundays. One more little man has arrived. It’s a matter of a time for our strolls going no further than our district or my mom’s house who lives almost in the next neighbourhood. But my heart really doesn’t ask for anything else since Marge sleeps beyond it.
It was a gorgeous day yesterday. If I want to paint skies, then I’ll definitely look at the photos from yesterday.