Weekends are just the best. For lots of reasons. Around these parts, nothing short of simple is happening.
It's just us. Because weekends are for togetherness.
Weekends are for indulging. This Saturday's big breakfast choice, Paula's Baked French Toast and we hosed it down with syrup and powdered sugar. Because the 2 sticks of butter in the topping wasn't good enough.
Enter, Boo.Sophie fell off the bath tub wall and went head first onto the tile. After her eyes rolled into her head and she slumped over, beginning to go unconscious, we called the nurse. A doctor called back and said to take her to the hospital, like, now. After some vitals and a clear CAT Scan, we were sent home with concussion instructions.
Weekends are for thankful hearts...and the mama waking up with the little one every 2 hours just to make sure she's okay. And she is.
Back to her sweet manipulation of talking Laura into one more story. She is a professional staller at bed time. But I'm on to her.
And then some.
Weekends are for watching my babies be soaked in ooey gooey love.
Treasure. Having house church in our home. The sweetest commencement of a fantastic weekend.
So here's to the weekends. The 48+ hour span that brings us together, pulling daddies away from their offices, mommies away from the weekly tasks. The few days when green lights are given to let the house go, let that laundry pile up, along with the voice mails and tasks to be done. Because they are so important.
But not really. The weekend is about the treasures that have been given to us and we will delight and happily partake in every last bite.
Weekends are for treasures.