saturday mornings.

I love my Saturday mornings.

Typically they are spent home alone beginning in September (the start of hunting season).  "Alone" now includes a 7 month old but she's such a good baby that it doesn't affect much other than my sleeping in.  It's 9:15 and she's already napping so I have a little bit of time to myself.  I can generally sit and enjoy my coffee with the front door open - the neighborhood is still quiet at this point.  Sometimes I get a jump start on housework depending on how the rest of the weekend looks but most times I just relax.  There's something about having nowhere to go, no need to rush to get ready and out the door, and the next 2 days off from work that brings me a sense of peace.  I wish every morning could be like a Saturday morning.  That would probably take away their specialness though.