June 2015, this was us. Frith trying to play video games with Chance (4) playing Lego on his lap, Quinn (2) stealing my bikkie, and 6 month old Darby making his presence known 🙂

I just noticed that my coffee was finished, yet Frith hadn’t even touched his. Situation normal. I always drank my coffee fast, (I still do) as I like it hot, whereas Frith liked to make it last as long as he could. There was also probably kahlua in these coffees, I’m not going to lie. When I’d make Frith a coffee on the weekend, he would ask “is it special?” to which I’d respond “you’re special.”

Silly stuff, but to be honest that’s the stuff that makes the bulk of a marriage. And still makes me smile.