Much to my dismay, my daughter woke at 6:45 am this morning. We had a late night last night and Matt and I were hoping to sleep in. As I grumpily walked from one end of the house, stumbling from half sleep, to the other, I decided I would scold her for waking up early. But, as happens each time, when I reached the side of her crib, I was overcome with love, for her sweet smile stared back at me in such innocence. I scooped her up and spent the next 45 minutes playing on the bedroom floor with her. By 8am she was ready for her morning nap. I laid her back in her crib and without a peep she fell into a deep sleep. I quickly grabbed my sweatshirt, purse and keys and headed out to the car. Who can pass up a hot cup of coffee and a sausage biscuit from McDonald's early on Saturday morning? When I returned, Matt was standing dazed in the middle of the living room floor. "Where'd you go?" When he saw the labeled coffee cup I held, his eyes lit up. We sat at the dining room table, browsing the web and eating our breakfast together, while our little sleeps the rainy morning away.
Sweet Saturday Morning.