My husband is a hard working guy. Up and out five days a week, commuting by train, working late, the whole nine yards of doing the dad thing to keep the troops housed and fed. So, when it's a cloudy Saturday morning and I get to bring him his morning brew that makes me glad. We are no longer kids ourselves, but surrounded by them, you have to keep up. It's good to see him linger in bed on a Saturday morning while reading a fascinating book with the companionship of his favorite four legged creature. Later, back from a quick run to the post office, another configuration emerges- 3 males nesting on a cloudy day.
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