There is nothing sweeter than waking up much later than I thought it could possibly be with a baby still snoozing away. When we both awake, we cuddle and coo until hunger pangs force me to the kitchen where I brew a steaming hot cup of coffee with heaps of coconut milk and reheat a cinnamon roll from the night before. The best part yet? I cleaned the house the night before so I sit in my sanctuary without any distraction of dirty dishes or toys scattered.
After both baby and I dressed we welcome friends to visit, sit in the back yard and soak up the warmth of the spring sun and I delight in my second cup of coffee. Interrupted conversation by little ones deters us from finishing stories and summer plans are exchanged. Basically, I’m in heaven. It’s perfect.
I have few days like these but their simplicity carry with them such grace and rest. Less hustle and bustle makes room to enjoy the long mornings cuddled in bed, second cups of coffee with friends, and the spring breeze ruffling the trees. They are sweet, one of a kind, and I choose them here and now to be my days of deep breaths and remembering that this is my sabbath.
