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Saturday, January 24, 2015

But on Saturday

Most days of the week, you have to be Mommy's big girl. There's no time for sleeping in. There are places we need to be and things we need to do. Most days Mommy's mind is cluttered with to-do lists. Most days we have to learn to eat like a lady, pick up our toys, and walk on our own.

But on Saturday's...

On Saturdays, I sneak in your room and take you to the big bed with me and Daddy.
On Saturdays, we sleep in. We snuggle, we cuddle, we giggle and laugh.
On Saturdays, I cook you breakfast and let you eat in as messy of a way as you want.
On Saturdays, we can dress and act like bums. (...Or princesses, whichever we choose.)
On Saturdays, we can take a bath whenever we want. ... Or not.
On Saturdays, I can hold you till my arms get tired - and then hold you some more.
On Saturdays, you can fall asleep on MY lap. And I will hold you for hours.
On Saturdays, we don't worry. We just relax.
On Saturdays, we run and play - and make a giant-er mess.
On Saturdays, I don't care.
On Saturdays, I try to breathe in the last of that baby smell. It's going away too fast.
On Saturdays, I just enjoy you being mine.

Saturday, don't hurry away. Baby, take your time and dream sweet dreams. I love you baby mine.