The Best Time

I love Saturday and Sunday mornings, when I don’t have to get up to an alarm. If Kate has not climbed into bed with us in the middle of the night, she pads into our room at 8 or 8:30 a.m. I boost her up in bed, and we snuggle for a little bit.

She’s a little chatterbug. We put our foreheads together, and she tells me what she dreamed about and asks what we are doing for the day. She’s all rosy cheeks and dimpled smiles. She throws her arms around my neck, and sometimes her dad’s, and is perfectly content to just be.

Flora used to be a talker in the morning, too. But she has reverted to her genetics, and can barely utter a sentence in the morning before some juice and breakfast. She’s no little Miss Sunshine, the way Kate is. For now.

I look forward to these morning moments with Kate all week. For better or worse, it’s when we are at our best with each other.

What’s your favorite time of day with your kids? How do you keep it going?

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The girls and I are heading up to Seven Springs for the day again tomorrow. It’s such an easy trip, and it means to much to my parents and my children. Plus, I have 164 skee ball tickets, and we’ll probably score a few more. No place else to cash those suckers in.