Saturday morning

If we don't have anything scheduled for the mornings on Saturday, I love the ritual that has developed in our home. I'm typically up before Scotty but allow myself a little sleep-in time on Saturday mornings. Lately, the weather has been perfect and I awake to the bright sun pouring in our bedroom windows through the thin curtains and the urge hits to get out of bed and get some breakfast. I try not to wake Scotty up and make my way out of the bedroom where the cats instinctively know I'm up (or hear me with their fine-tuned ears) and are waiting anxiously at the bedroom door. Cheddar flops down right in front of my feet, his way of asking to be petted, while Malphurs jogs a few steps ahead, loudly demanding that I pay attention to him. We scuffle into the kitchen where I first satisfy the unwavering demand of my cats for food, and then I put the coffee maker on for myself and Scotty. I open the curtains in the kitchen to a great picture window that usually displays a quiet neighborhood against a rugged mountainous backdrop with bright blue skies and big, puffy clouds. Lately, I've been sifting through some magazines that a friend brought me from home, dreaming about future house designs or chocolate cupcake recipes while I munch on cereal. After the coffee is done brewing, I allow myself, only on weekends, to use my imported, hazelnut powder coffee creamer (sounds delish right?). :) It's not too hard to find, but a bit expensive, and so makes it extra special to enjoy as a treat on the weekends. I am content at my little wooden table in the kitchen, alone with my magazine, my thoughts, my coffee, and a gorgeous world right outside my window. Inevitably, I am reminded of God's goodness to us, His gifts in small pleasures, and the hope that we have to treasure Him forever.