not your typical pj monday

But so needed none the less. And we went to the nursery in our sweats, which qualify as pj's right?



I have dirt under my nails and in my hair.
My hands are calloused and sore.
My shoulders, tinted by the sun.
The boy played with his truck and I dug and clipped and pulled.
The wind was crisp and the sun warm.
The sky was bright blue, with wisps of clouds meandering by.

It was perfection.



Hope ya'll are enjoying your Monday as well.