Typical Sunday // Erickson Chronicles
The water’s running in the kitchen.
"Come on! Gogogogogogo!”
The water stops.
A few seconds later:
”Let’s go! Thank goodness.”
The water turns back on.
It’s moments like these when I love being married. The sun is pouring in the window, making a winter Sunday ridiculously warm in our small apartment. Matt’s watching football and washing dishes, because our humble abode has no dishwasher, and I’m making a grocery list in the living room. It’s a simple day, but it’s a beautiful one. I can’t imagine sharing my life with someone who isn’t so caring and serving as Matt is. We have our miscommunications, but in moments where I get to see my husband be goofy but also take care of us, I know we made the right choice.