The morning started out with me puttering around, not sure what I wanted for breakfast. I thought I'd mess with my dad by sending him a text that if they went to breakfast, not to forget about me. He called and said he was at the grocery store picking up supplies to make breakfast. After our conversation, my mom messaged that my dad said I was coming to breakfast. Honestly, I wasn't planning on it. I had put the baby in the bath. She said it would be a while because my dad was at the store. I ended up going, and it was so nice. They worked together in the kitchen to get things ready. My mom made my requested chocolate chip pancakes. My grandpa and aunt also came to eat.
After breakfast, I spent time outdoors with the baby, riding around on the four-wheeler and stopping to say hi to the neighbor.
Seriously, such a lovely life.
