Aaron's 9 to 5 job has introduced us to the glory of Saturdays.
Oh blessed Saturday. How we love thee.
Sleeping in late (late with a baby is a relative term), making something yummy for breakfast, lingering at the table, reading Scripture on the couch. There's no where to go! Pajamas are actually the preferred dress! It's like a storybook. Yes, the herald of a true Saturday has turned my life into a fairy tale.
This morning, we made Welsh Breakfast Cakes.
I'm thinking of writing a cookbook called "Mastering the Art of One-Handed Cooking." Sort of a riff off the ground Julia broke.
And by Leviticus, I mean the Psalms. (See how big her eyes are? She thought I was serious about Leviticus.)
I'm so thankful for the sweetness that sweeps through this home on a Saturday morning. The joy of tiny treasures with the two I love the most, refilling our hearts with the rest that the week often drains out of us.