Life is particularly good

My sweet husband gets up before I do and makes coffee.  Then he comes and kisses me goodbye when he goes to work.  And the little dog stays in bed with me until she hears him cooking his eggs.  Then she gets up and gets her daily cheese from him, and then comes back to me in bed.  It's almost idyllic. 

We had a wonderful weekend.  Hunter had to work Saturday for graduation at his school, and packing up classroom things and such.  I made Tuscan chicken with zucchini noodles and pistachios.  It turned out really well!  I made way too much and we ended up having leftovers for the next 3 days.  I think this is the way to go.

I'm starting to theorize that 1950s housewives went to the grocery store almost everyday.  It makes me want to wear a dress and heels every time I go during the day.  The day is the best time to go...around 10 am. 

Sunday I sang at the Anglican church, as usual, for the morning.  There is only one week left in my church choir before we get out for the summer.  I always miss it, but I also enjoy sleeping in or being able to go to the 10:30 mass at St. Mary The Virgin.

Then we went to my mom's house and I got her some flowers for the backyard.  I felt like planting these because we've always planted the flowers together, and this is the first year I've been married and living away so that I couldn't be there as much.  Hunter helped me carry them.

  Aren't I mean? 

I just love him.

Memorial day we had my half brother and sister-in-law over along with their two youngest kids.  We ate good food and went swimming in the backyard at my mom's.  We all had a really nice time.  Being the whitest of white people, the sun zapped us and Hunter and I had the best nap afterward!  Then we came back to Dallas and ate leftovers and watched X-Files, and had some wine.

Such is married life, so far.  Now I'm back to more laundry and finding something for lunch.  We leave for Italy in 6 days!  Ciao!