Sunday mornings at Casa de Santo-Muñoz are pretty much the best part of any week. I know I have written about them before, but it’s worth repeating. The languid pace. The jazz wafting through the air with drizzles of piano and hummingbird saxophone. Children’s voices. Laughter. Morning sun wafting through the front office window. The smell of freshly brewed coffee. These are what I live for; precious moments of relaxation with the entire family spent chatting, loving. And here, not a great photo for aesthetic reasons, but a great photo for the two subjects, my sons, leaning back and soaking in their morning jams in jammies. My heart grows with every moment like this.
