On Saturday morning I like to to have a bunch of things happening at once. I like it when my husband gets up early and makes popovers. I like it when he allows me to drag him out on a bike ride while I leave instructions for the girls to put away their laundry. Also, I like it when I change my mind because it's too windy but then he makes me go anyway. I think that's called bringing out the best in each other.
Right?
Then I like coming home and deciding against a shower, telling Caroline instead, "Let's practice the cello!," and she says,"Oh, goody!"
Note to self: run a background check on that girl. No one says oh goody to such a request without having something to hide.
Bid farewell to my little brother. But first make him read one last book to Caroline, who was not at all pleased to see him go.
Make Sunday dinner with my fried chicken, my husband's fresh bread, Izzy's mashed potatoes, Sophie's berries, and Caroline's lovely table arrangement.
Because when a bunch of things happen at once, I always stand back and marvel at the results.