Weekends.

Weekends used to be filled with no alarms, shopping for hours and dinner at new restaurants.  I
 loved them, I craved them, I savored them.

Weekends have an alarm now.  A human alarm. 
She tends to think 5:30am is a real nice round number.  I cringe a little when I hear that alert little cry, but my spirit soars when I walk in and our eyes meet. 

Her arms start pumping, her legs start kicking, her smile lights up the room and her little voice squeals with joyful delight. 
She is ready. 
Ready to face the big world and ready to get smothered in kisses.

The Weekend was a good one.
Filled with smiles, joy and fun. 

I love these new weekends.....and crave them....and savor them. 
They're different, but they're also better. 
They're meaningful and I am grateful for the changes they've inspired. 
We're going to focus on enjoying the 'in-between' days until we meet the weekend again.