I woke up only to realize it was 8 and to be reminded that I had nowhere I needed to be. So that meant I could sleep as long as I liked. And guess what - I fell back asleep and woke up at 9:30! Now that is amazing for me! I mean we went to bed late - after 12 or so, but still, 9:30, that's sleeping in people and I haven't done that in AGES!
And then I proceeded to stay under the covers and open up the pages of my book I started yesterday, The Power of Six, the sequel to I am Number Four. I am slightly determined to finish it today, which makes me a little sad because the third one hasn't even come out yet! Wonder how long I'll have to wait for that? Chances are pretty good that I won't even remember anything that happened in this one by the time the third one makes it to the shelves (of the library). I should probably just wait until they are all out so I can read them all back to back, but I'm impatient and able to satisfy my thirst for more in the meantime with other books.
I finally ventured out of bed around 10ish simply because Peter is getting geared up to do some work in the yard. And then I crawled back into bed for a little while longer - book in hand. And around 11:15, I finally ventured out of bed to make some breakfast. Scrambled eggs with cheese and a slice of bread that has been coated with olive oil, garlic, and a sprinkle of salt and broiled in the oven. Yum, Yum! And then I did some dishes while watching this British film called the Trip (wouldn't recommend it!) I made myself a cup of tea with a splash of milk and went back in my bed.
But the best part of it all is that my husband's ideal Saturday morning looks nothing like this. And as I laid under the covers in my cozy bed, with a cup of hot tea on one side and my book on the other, I could see him working his butt off outside. I could see him cutting down some mini trees in the yard, branches and all. And I watched him as he carried bundles of branches to the shredder. Oh the satisfaction he received from these simple tasks!
I could see that he was all bundled up with gloves, a husky sweatshirt, a down vest, a little blue hat atop his head and a little brown mustache to warm his face (no he has not shaved it off yet!). I could see his progress - what he had already done and envision what more he wanted to do. I could even smell the fresh air he was breathing (probably because it's so darn cold in our house). And if I tried REALLY hard I could even experience the joy and satisfaction he was getting from all of this. And I couldn't help but smile.
And as much as I love and adore my husband, the beautiful truth of the matter is we are both right where we want to be on this Saturday morning. And I am reveling in this moment - think I will now go and finish my book.
Happy Saturday ya'll!
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