Here are some thoughts in my noggin this week.
Chris has been talking about our next big travel adventure. My vote (per usual) is for Europe-- specifically Paris or Rome where we can wander the city streets and take in the romantic views. His vote (and the one that is more likely to win out) is somewhere in South America. He wants to add another continent to his travel log. I'd go for Peru, but I know embarrassingly little about South America, so I bet there are a ton of places with good food and gorgeous sights. Who knows when we'll ever make it there, but given our love for travel, I have a feeling it'll be some time in the next year or two.
On a oppositely mundane note, I can never seem to keep matching socks on Silas. It doesn't bother me in the slightest when he wears two different socks, except that I'm not sure why I didn't just buy 6 packs of the same color and eliminate that issue altogether. #boringmomthoughts
I could talk all day about how ready I am for winter to be over, but I'll just say this-- I'm so sick of the snot.
When we moved into our home, we knew that we were being blessed with more than enough space for our little family, and it's been a constant prayer that God would allow us to us this place for His glory. It's been a challenge, and it's been awkward at times, but a really beautiful lesson to us in having a loose hand with 'our' things, since ultimately, they aren't ours anyway.
Chris surprised me with flowers and a dinner reservation for our favorite French restaurant last night. After 8 years together, he's finally figured out my love language-- butter.