Dear Sunday,
I was hoping you’d stick around for longer. I saw you pour that warm light on me yesterday, while I was finishing a drawing I spent too long on. It should’ve been done 25 Sundays ago but here I am. And here we are, again. There are days like you where I don’t let myself value your pace. “There’s so much to do!” I think. But it’s so far from the truth. I’d much rather listen to all the Salt N Pepa. Forever. The drawing looks excellent by the way. I took a picture of it and sent it to Gayle. I told her I’d like to have it printed on a bag. She said I should make it into a tattoo. I’ll do it. I’ll totally do it.
I got so many more of you and me days to look forward to. Actually, scratch that. Who even knows these things?! Mortal beeee-ing!
What I look forward to the most about you is the breakfast. And then the lunch. Okay so I look forward to food a lot. Which is why we are glad we had buttermilk and these pancakes. I topped it with the jam I made and fresh blueberries.
Thank you, Oh Sweet Basil for this recipe. You truly made my Sunday (and Saturday. Sshhhh.)
