Sunday mornings

Sunday mornings start with coffee/breakfast with my baby. My favorite part of the day ๐Ÿ™‚ On the menu french toasted baguette, butter, jam; to end with kiwi and juice.

I am so grateful for mornings with him, love him so much. I never would have believed a few years ago that I would ever find a man who loves me for who I am, who accepts my children as messy as they are… I feel so lucky and I hope everyone finds a love that they deserve.

Kisses from Paris.

M.

5 thoughts on “Sunday mornings”

  1. I love how you send kisses from Paris. That is so fancy and cute. I would like to see more photos of Paris and hear more about the sights and personality of that beautiful place. I dream of painting in the streets of Paris with a black beret. I really did have that dream once. I am not quite sure why I dreamt that but it is a memorable dream. I hope you take us on some tours of Paris, even the route to the grocery store, or pictures of quirky things around town. I look forward to hearing and seeing mor,e Lovely Paris.

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