Our Saturday mornings are slow moving these days. The light is shining ever-so brightly through the crack in the curtains, just begging us to go outside, but we refuse. Ryan usually makes us an omelet, Zia is chasing squirrels in the backyard and Penny, typically, is still asleep in the chair in our living room. She'll eventually look up at us, as if she's saying loudly that we are interrupting her beauty sleep. I stay in my pj's well into the afternoon. We relax.
The weekdays seem so busy these days; I have found myself looking forward to these lazy Saturday mornings where it feels like we have all the time in the world together.
