Even though time feels different now, with my blank calendar often rendering one day indistinguishable from the next, Saturday still feels special: we’ve made it to the weekend. On Saturday, I give myself full permission to take my time, to be quiet—the kids don’t need to wake up any time soon or in particular. Even Charlotte seems to understand the Saturday protocol, and lingers at my bedside longer, because my agenda is her agenda.
On Saturday morning, coffee poured and delivered with love, in a mug that has meaning because it was a carefully thought-out gift from a close friend, is joyful in the most direct and straightforward way, and I am grateful for the space and time to savor it.
Today, Saturday morning with my sidekick is my joy. #joyinplace
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