A New Saturday Morning Tradition: All Is Well
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I’m sitting upright in my bed on a Saturday morning…it’s three minutes to 10 am…and this occurrence is so rare I will write about it.
My 9 year old leans against Karl’s pillow and is talking aloud to a Zombie Villager who has invaded her Minecraft village. She wears her blue earbuds (her favorite color) and speaks a little louder than usual.
Our 8 year old is between us, resting on my chest with her feet against her sister’s side while she watches the video of how Beauty and the Beast was made. We are all as she likes it best: physically connected in some way. She wraps my arm around her waist and digs her toes into her sister’s belly just a little.
It’s heaven on earth here. For a little moment before we face the world out there.
I am sort of reading snippets of “The Zookeeper’s Wife” while listening to “tale as old as time…” and “Die you Zombie!” but mostly I’m embracing this moment in my heart. It’s the connection emotionally that we need to solidify this newly formed family.
Our hero is out picking up breakfast from our favorite local French Cafe (It’s Texas French Bread in Austin…oh to be able to tear into a flaky crescent. I miss my days of ignorance of Hashimoto’s and my gluten allergy…but I digress…go see them if you are in Austin, but don’t tell too many people, it’s a our little secret!).
He’s already been up for an hour walk with the dogs in the Texas heat before we jump into the nineties today. Whew.
By the time I’ve recorded all of this, he’s come in and our breakfast is turned into a bedroom picnic…maybe a new Saturday morning breakfast tradition has begun!!
I feel so grateful and genuinely spoiled. While I watch Karl fight a nap at 10:32 am, the girls have finished putting crumbs in the bed and are building in Minecraft, while music plays and two dogs sprawl on the cool wooden floor secretly hoping for scraps.
All is well.