Saturday mornings (when I don’t have to work) are the best.
Our last apartment in Denver was only a few blocks from Panera and Starbucks. Somewhere along the line my lovely husband fell into a really sweet habit of getting us bagels and coffee every Saturday morning. When we moved back to Minnesota, he kept up the tradition. With so many other changes in our life–new state, new baby, new place to stay until we find our house, new job–there is something grounding about carrying over such a simple tradition. Its about more than just the bagels.
We made an offer on a house yesterday afternoon–fingers crossed we get it. It is the perfect little house for our family. Jerome pointed out right away that there is a Panera and Starbucks within walking distance.
I think its a sign that it is meant to be.