spend sunday with me
I missed him every Sunday I was away.
Sundays have always been our day to slow down.
A day to spend all morning in bed, make a big breakfast, go for a long walk and cook dinner together.
I find it hard to relax sometimes. My mind is always racing with what my next move should be. But with him I can sit still. I can sit over lunch for hours. I can eat with a knife and fork and savor each bite rather than grab something on the go.
This morning I made a big batch of crepes for my boyfriend and I and we lay on the sofa watching an old movie before seizing the day.
The Olympics start next week and the streets are filled with people, but with the Superbowl on all day we knew it would be a good day for a stroll.
So we took the small ferry over to Granville Island to spend the day. We roamed through the food stalls in the busy market place, stopped to hear the busker singing in French as the seagulls flew around him and explored the island before stopping for lunch.
It’s nice to hear myself laugh again. I’m sleeping more, eating more, and socializing more than I have in a long time. My work starts tomorrow but I feel more relaxed then I have in months.
I have clean laundry hanging in the living room and freshly baked oatmeal cookies filling the apartment with their warm smell.
Sometimes the simplest days can make everything feel so good.
Showing off my Olympic mittens
From the ferry boat going over to Granville Island
The market
B.C apples
French singing busker
Admiring the flowers
Pastries at my favourite French bakery La Baguette et l’Echalote
The best hat shop in town
Looking through the beautiful cookware
Lunch at Sandbar
