Pretending it is Saturday

John and I have a Saturday morning tradition.

We sleep in. We cuddle a little. We have eggs, feta, toast, apple butter, chocolate milk\coffee for breakfast. We decide what we want to accomplish during the day.

Almost every Saturday looks like that. I say 'almost' because sometimes one of us is not at home on Saturdays (example: John was at a bachelor party last weekend). Sometimes we are away visiting friends and or family. Sometimes we are out of eggs, milk, or feta and the monthly food budged has reached its limits.

Sometimes we pretend Friday is Saturday and we enjoy our tradition two days in a row. Today was like that! This Friday was almost like Saturdays, except John still had to work - so we didn't really talk about what we wanted to accomplish with the rest of the day.

All in all, it was a wonderful morning!