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sweet saturday

I have a new found happiness.  It's odd.  I have discovered how great Saturday mornings are for having friends over for breakfast.  It is actually the perfect time and day to entertain.  

Over the last 2 months we have either had friends over or been to a friend's house 3 times for a weekend breakfast.  So, I'm really quite experienced on the whole weekend morning entertaining. It's perfect because most people are in a good mood on Saturday mornings.  You're pretty rested. It's not like when you have friends over for dinner and you're already tired from the day but you still need to straighten the house, nurse the baby and make dinner.  Breakfast is a simple straight forward meal.  Children are rested and ready to eat and play. Because the children are rested and then full, they are happy to play with their little friends and the adults have time to drink a second cup of coffee and chat around the table.  No one feels rushed to get the kids home and bathed and in to bed like you do in the evenings.

It's perfect.  This is really good for me to realize because I really, really like having folks over but over the last year and half or so I've gotten really tired of the process.  It was becoming more work than it was worth.  But now I've got the mornings and it's great again!

We had friends over this morning.  We had cinnamon rolls, eggs, bacon, juice and coffee.  And then we repeated that until it was almost all gone and we were all happy and cheery.

If a great breakfast wasn't enough...we got a new mattress today.  This makes me happy for exactly 3 reasons: 1 -It is an awesome mattress.  Well, I think it is.  I'll find out tonight for sure. 2 - It's white with a white flower print on it.  It could be Snoopy, red roses, or Hello Kitty. 3 - We don't need a 3 inch foam on top of it to make it soft.  Foam is great and can make awful beds wonderful but they get old and start shedding little foam pieces whenever you change the sheets.

Today was a really pretty day.  My friend who came over this morning said that when she got back from Thailand she had culture-shock and it surprised her.  She said, "When I was in Thailand I thought, 'Wow, life could be like this.'."  I think that kinda sums up how many folks feel when they go from here to there on holiday.  It's like it hits you that there's this whole world out there that sees blue sky and that you don't.  If you understand this then you've probably lived somewhere a bit tough before and you know that although you feel happy a lot in that tough place, it's when you are out of it that you realize how tough it really is on you.

Anyway, today has been a happy day and it was very sunny.  Coincidence or not?  Hmmm....

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