Pre-marriage, pre-babies I longed for my Saturday nights with my girlfriends. Coming home early Sunday morning, sleeping until late Sunday afternoon. Those were the days....... or so I thought.
Sunday mornings have become my Saturday night. The Daddy in this house has to work crazy hours to keep the house afloat so Sundays are the only full day we have together as a family and we cherish it. We do our best keep our Sundays free so we can spend together as a family.
It's a treat for Daddy to be the one to get Laura and Brady out of their cribs on Sunday's. They get Mommy all week and miss their Daddy. A few weeks ago I was going about my Sunday morning routine, getting Laura and Brady's breakfast ready while Daddy got them from their bedroom. We try to stay 5 steps ahead of the twins, something we've done since they've been born and has proved to work well in this house.
As I finished up in the kitchen, Laura walked in , Brady behind her and lastly Daddy. As I watched three of the most important people in my life walk into the kitchen, I suddenly felt overwhelmed with emotion. This same Sunday scene has occurred on many occasions in this house. However, there was just something about that Sunday morning, something that made me realize how truly lucky I am.
I would not trade one of these Sunday mornings for all of the Saturday nights I used to have. I now look forward to Sunday mornings. The pitter patter of four little feet and two big feet coming down the hall. For me that sound is the sound of a perfect Sunday morning.