I sat there with my second cup of coffee on a quiet Sunday morning while nearly every muscle in my body ached. We’d spent more than 12 hours painting and pulling up old carpet the day before, and I was feeling the results. I stared out my big window, knowing that the days here in this lovely little house were coming to an end. 

I took another sip of hot coffee, as if its warmth would provide some clarity around the thoughts swirling in my mind. 

The kids were sending those little animoto videos from their dad’s phone as they were all still laying in bed at his house. I’d received a chicken bawking, and jokes about underwear from a unicorn. I realized that those videos were more like what my Sunday mornings would look like in the future. At least half of them.