My favorite part of weekends is the time period from 7 am to 10 am. We do very little, and most of our time is spent in PJs drinking juice (coffee for adults) and eating cheerios.
Sometimes we accessorize:
We snuggle often:
And we make up for a week of too much rushing and not enough just being together.
*Note: I've been trying to overcome my unwillingness to have my picture taken. Simply put, I am vain. If I am unshowered or don't look my best, I usually prefer to stay behind the camera. But I read an interesting article recently that reminded me that when I am old and gray and want to reminisce or when my kids want to look back at their childhood memories, we will want to see all of us together. Because then, just like now, my kids won't care about my imperfections - the bad smile with double chins and bedhead with no makeup. They will see their mom, and I will remember what life was really like - bags under the eyes, carrying the extra ten pounds, and loving life still.
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