When little bodies tip toe down stairs whispering for cartoons, climbing into our bed wedging their way between us. Eventually squirming and asking for breakfast. We'll trickle out of our room, grabbing sweet Alice once she's awake. More cartoons, a homemade breakfast, clutching coffee cups over conversation of the wide open day. The possibilities of simplicity and nothingness on the horizon.
The weekend has arrived.
And we were prepared with Brown Sugar Muffins, we're still using it up the massive stash of sugar in as many ways as possible. I still have no clue where it all came from.
Hence, more brown sugared products and this recipe was a cinch.
When it came to the "sprinkle" brown sugar and cinnamon in the center of the cupcakes before topping off with remaining batter part, my girls didn't grasp the concept of less is more. They dumped heaping spoonfulls, which made for caved in muffins.
We were going for the rustic-caved-in-look anyways.
Last week concluded with mama catching a little tummy bug, scrapping our Friday plans, getting off to a slow start for the weekend.
No worries though, we were not deterred.
We've heard about this secret place tucked away behind some houses. A special area lined with bamboo and heavenly scents of honeysuckle blooms. Weeping willow branches cascading down over soft, green grass.
We spent our morning there in pure delight.
The rest of the weekend was the berries, I wouldn't change a thing.
There were plenty of sour moments too. Plenty of moments with little ones struggling to choose well, grown ups struggling to respond well, and the sour aftertaste of a moment that was once savored and sweet.
But I wouldn't change those either.
The sweetness that reigns supreme, is watching her pedal fast around our chalk lined driveway with her sun kissed cheeks, hands gripping a sippy cup. Seeing her face light up when she feels her baby sister-to-be thumping around, telling us she's coming soon.
Knowing we're in the presence of precious gifts from the Father and that His grace is sufficient, His power is made perfect in weakness.
The weekend delivered, sweet and sour tastes wrapped up in one.
Happy week to all!