perfect Sunday

It's late morning in CT. We are still in our PJs. I just took a break from my integrative nutrition lectures to refill our teas, and couldn't help but smile at the message on my tea bag. My older son is building card houses at my feet, has made a bday list (focused largely on his love of building things), laughed out loud while he was reading, and drew two intricate mazes I'll never be able to solve... I suggested he give them to dad when he comes home exhausted from the Y Guide campout.