Monday mornings were never my thing. Shocking, I know. When I worked at my old job, come Sunday morning, and sometimes Saturday nights, I would begin dreading Monday and the start of yet another work week.
The same is no longer true. I spend Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays hanging out with the most adorable 20 month old and 5 year old. I laugh every single day. Come Monday morning, I miss them so much that I actually wake up excited for my day.
I mean, with views like this, how could I ever hate Mondays anymore?
I am beyond grateful to a supportive husband who encouraged me to just quit and the opportunity to get the chance to be a part of these little girls' lives on a weekly basis. I cannot imagine doing anything else.
What do you do for a living?
Are Mondays hard for you?
What moments did you capture this week?
and because i am feeling nostalgic...