Saturday mornings are my favorite time of the week. There are so few days that aren’t stressful or hurried and unfortunately, even sometimes commitments encroach on my routine Saturday morning down time. Saturday are so different than the rest of the week. It’s the one time during the week when I can get 100% one on one time with the kids and Brian. All the extra attention and freedom from expectation and responsibility (darn you, employment) fills me with extra goodness and happiness and makes me a tinsie bit more generous in the treat department. (I’m looking at you, donuts) Dare I say, I’m pretty much the queen of Saturdays.
This Saturday was a wee bit different than most because we sure did dig into our anniversary cake a day early and ate in bed for breakfast. After six years of marriage and almost a decade as a couple, it’s safe to say that romance has a different meaning.
After popping two tylenol for the sugar rush headache we headed over to the splashpad/playground to burn off the calories and catch up on some much needed vitamin D. Oh, Texas, you and your playgrounds are God’s gift to children. If you do one thing right, playgrounds would be it.
Lux and Knox are playground champs. A very sweet mom who couldn’t have been but a few years older than me was chatting with me when she started a sentence with, “when you graduate from college…” I was so shocked that I could only muster, “I went to college. I’m 30.” Preeetty sure she thought I was the babysitter. I’ve never been more thankful for my baby fat.
After we conquered the playground and our diet coke bottle ran dry we headed home for naps and laundry duty.Soon after the kids were up again and ready to head outside again. Knox and I go on almost nightly bike rides. I hope that mom-son tradition never ends. I’ll drive up to whatever college who goes to just to make that happen.
Someone talk me out of that.
That evening we decided on some pre-anniversary wontons and drunken noodles at PF Changs. No sitter available so the kids came along. I like that they get to be a part of these celebrations with us. They are such a big part of our lives together and have been with us for the better (and worse) parts of our marriage.
That evening closed out the sixth year of our marriage. Those years have been full of joy, and celebration, but also darkness, and oppression. In six years we had two children, two moves, four jobs, five cars, 28 new cities, hundred’s of flights, more than 500,000 miles, and so, so, so, so many happy Saturdays.
As we left we took our four fortune cookies and opened them as we crunched down on the slightly sweet shells. I looked at mine and with great hope and excitement for what’s to come.