Sundays in Santa Barbara are my favorite, aside from the inevitability of Monday. The weekenders slowly trickle back to their hometowns, SB natives sleep in, and Erik and I partake in our Sunday routine. We lounge in bed until until Erik's hunger can no longer be silenced, after a light breakfast we walk to our favorite coffee shop and treat ourselves to whole milk cappuccinos, occasionally we partake in a bit of window shopping on State Street, then finally settle in our small yet cozy home once again. We relax and/or piddle in silence, paint, read, cook whatever it is, we are together and that is more than enough.
In truth, Sundays like this only come around every month or so as we always seem to be off doing something somewhere. Yet, it is their rarity that makes me treasure them that much more.
On that note, cheers to surviving Monday.