We have developed a weekend tradition. On either Saturday or Sunday of each weekend (sometimes both days) Marc and I take Oxford for a long walk down to the East River. Once we're down to Brooklyn Bridge Park we get an oat milk chai and continue our walk out on the piers before heading back home.

It's a simple pattern, yet I absolutely love it and find myself looking forward to our walk every week. I used to think weekends were for going out, staying up late, and having experiences you could brag about come Monday morning. But now just give me my boys, a chai, and a sunny day and I am one happy girl.