my favorite part of the week

is, ironically, Sunday night. 

I actually also dislike Sunday night because it means the next time I wake up, it'll be Monday morning. Boo. 

But let me tell you why I mostly love Sunday night. 

On Sunday evening, after we've brushed our teeth, read our scriptures, said our prayers, and are all tucked in bed, this happens: 

Chas writes in his journal. 

When he's finished, he hands it over to me, and I get to read what he's written about the past week of our life together. 

It's always such a fun little peek into how Chas views things and what stands out to him as being important that week. 

And the way he expresses himself in his writing just cracks me up. Silly boy. 

As nice as change can be, it's also good to have some consistency, some regular routines that you can always count on. It feels comforting.

That's what Chas' Sunday night journaling is for me. 

Side note: 

Just as I was finishing up this post, Chas came to get me from the computer and led me into the bedroom while covering my eyes. 

"Ta-Da! It's a Halloween-time Jack-o-Lantern bed! Look at his toothy grin!"

Lest you thought changing the bed sheets was just an ordinary chore.

"I make a mean bed. And by "mean" I mean quite happy."

Oh how I love that husband of mine.