Last night Kyle and I dropped Amanda off at a friend's house (because that's what parents of teenagers do). We came home and had about half an hour before Terry would be home for our "night out as a family of 3" dinner. I cranked up the gas logs, and we both did this:
Twelve hours later, as the early birds in the house, we were both doing this:
His beverage was hot chocolate, mine was coffee, but we both had our blankies and our books.
It was a great way to start the day.