It’s one of those weeks where at the end of the day, you’re just that tired. 

One of the things I love, especially on days like these, is coming home with my husband. From commuting together, looking for parking, to the moment we walk through the front door and drop everything, it all makes my day.  

We change into comfy clothes and cook together in the kitchen. It’s my favorite part. It doesn’t take a lot of coordination for us to work together and make something tasty, or sometimes be the taste tester for something new one of us has created. 

We take my husband’s portion size and my mini portion size to the kitchen table. Sometimes we sit in the kitchen and chat while we eat. Other times, we eat and catch up on tv shows or watch a movie at the same time. Given I wasn’t allowed to watch anything while eating as a child, it always feels like a treat when we do so now.

We cuddle on the couch and eventually grab one of the many blanket throws I’ve collected over the years when it gets chilly. Depending on how we feel, we might make cups of tea or just sneak something sweet from the kitchen. 

It’s nice to share the little things that matter so much with my husband every day.