And he is happy as a clam. We brought it home (in pieces) last week. Then Paul left for a mission trip to Kentucky last Wednesday through Sunday. He got home Sunday night and you better believe that our first priority was to haul all of the pieces upstairs. Side note: do you know how heavy slate is? Oh my goodness.
We bought new felt, new cues, and other new accessories that I don’t know the proper name. And we (read: Paul) spent the last three nights putting this thing together. I know he was just ready to play. And the ear-to-ear grin on his face after the first break said so many words. I love seeing that joy on my husband’s face.
I’m living for these things:
quiet fall saturdays:
that involve breaking open this fall’s first can of pumpkin:
beautiful blazing sunrises: