Sunday mornings

About 16 years ago, I’d spend Sunday mornings drinking coffee and reading the newspaper, maybe watching morning news shows. My then-boyfriend now-husband would be studying corporate finance.

And now, I’m in our (my?) office, working on my laptop, reading and watching the news on the desktop. My husband is on his laptop, writing a speech he has to deliver this week.

It just struck me, how little things change. How little he and I change.

Of course, there’s a huge dog whining to be taken to the park, or napping in protest. And soon two kids will clamber down the stairs.

But other than that, we, he and I, are the same.

I love Sunday mornings.

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