Sundays are my favorite. Kirk made brunch (buttermilk pancakes with bourbon syrup and blackberries, bacon, and mimosas)
and then we wandered through DC before church in the evening.
I don’t know how I had never made it to see the National Cathedral before, but it took my breath away.
A stop at the Georgetown flea market followed by croissants and cappucinos, made for a perfectly quiet sunny winter day.
That Kirk Anderson sure does sound dreamy
I wish Kirk would make me pancackes with bourbon syrup and blackberries