Ode to Saturday Mornings

The mornings when you don't have anywhere you have to be.

The mornings when nothing needs to be done.

The mornings when your bed is invaded by smiling faces, ready to wrestle or curl up in your arms or hide under the blankets.

All week long you look forward to them, try to plan your upcoming weekend to accommodate them, knowing that in a few short years some of the cast would rather sleep until noon or will be too embarrassed to barge into their parents' room before everyone is in a state of full dress.

Mornings you have trained yourself to be rid of thoughts of dirty dishes or floors that need to be swept.

You stay until they are ready for milk or other distractions. You stay until they leave you in a crumple of blankets with the morning light shining in.

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