Not every Monday gets to be a Sabbath for us. Like the old Mamas and Papas song, “sometimes it just turns out that way!”

But this past Monday was a sweet, long Shabbat Shalom.

The morning was soft, cool, and sweet. I packed my art bag and The Preacher filled both thermoses with coffee. We dropped the top on the Mustang, turned on the heat, and drove the back roads all the way to Riverstone Restaurant, where there may have been a lot of bacon, eggs, and hash browns.

After all. these. years. this view still gets to me. This man in a ballcap is the cutest thing God ever made.

This right here…

…walking in fields of gold…

…is all we did…

…until the sun…

…slid…

…slowly…

…slowly…

…down.

Not pictured: belly laughs and deep conversation. Dreaming and praying and healing and being.

I love us.