Sometime between the hours of Way Too Early and Sleeping In, noises from the room next door drift over to us. A light clicks on, books are looked at, giggles are exchanged.
When Hope scurries to the bathroom, Paige becomes impatient, Get me out, Mom! she calls, stretching out each word. After a few more beckonings, Adam rolls out of bed and I snuggle under the covers grateful for the thirty more minutes of rest he's giving me.
I hear them in the kitchen negotiating breakfast. Chocolate gets traded in for some oatmeal perhaps followed by a pop tart or doughnut. An after breakfast treat.
When I emerge from the room I find a whole set-up in the kitchen. Animals and Barbies living among pop cans and oven mitts. The girls huddled in their togetherness, happily playing. I quietly step into the living room, leaving them to the world they are building.
I will gladly take a few more moments of me time before jumping into the day. Sitting on the sofa, I sip my coffee, surrounded by the sweet sounds of a Saturday.