Sounds of Saturday

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.