There are some things that distinctly belong to the weekend.
Things like staying late in bed with the warm covers pulled tight, and the knowledge that I don't even have to hit snooze, because the alarm isn't going to go off.
Reading for hours—and the good bookshelf I can borrow from at any time.
This little munchkin—particularly her smiles—her tiny hands grasping for any stray wisps of hair—and watching the thoughts float across her face.
Playing with—bathing—and listening to the excited chatter of this charming fellow.
Oh, and the way his eyelashes look when he's sleeping.
Watching the father play games with the children after giving them tough news.
Thrift shopping with the mother and her sister.
Watching baby pictures and videos on the computer of when the littles were little.
Going out for lunch with friends—and all the randomness we packed around those massive burgers and endless fries.
Choir programs and hymn sings to attend.
Time to soak up life.
Oh, and all of next week to look forward to!
Yes, the weekends are just plain good.
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