Our lives are hurried. We go non stop, but Sundays are always a day of rest. Maybe not what traditional rest looks like, but a day where we aim to spend time loving on each other and with family. This morning I threw on some praise and worship music spent time with the Lord and folded the pile of laundry larger than me in my bedroom closet. Its so funny, I consider stuff like this dating my husband, Mike helped me fold and we spent time together and got to talk about the day and then it was time for breakfast. I went to cook and Mike prepped for a big shoot today. We've been making a habit to exercise more and eat clean during the week so a weekend french toast habit is fine by me:) Your family, or your cat, or the kids who live next door are gonna dig this recipe!