Saturday morning. I love Saturday mornings. I got up at 7:20 with butterflies about some exciting news from the previous day. And I kindly let Stephen continue to sleep. He soon wakes up, and we cuddle, talk about our day, and drink our splendid liquid of the gods, coffee. It reminded me of when I was young, my brother, sister, and I would all go into my parent's room and cuddle on their bed on Saturday morning. So many good memories have been sealed on a Saturday morning.
Small blog today, but it's a happy day. Life is good, marriage is awesome, God is present, and I am content.
Hope your Saturday morning is blessed as well.
1 comment:
Hey Meg! I have one of these, too... I don't write much, but ... whatev. I love and miss you.
Anne
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