Perfect Saturday Morning

I hear the rain falling on the house as I roll over to see the alarm clock says 8:09. Shit! Who is late for work? It takes me a minute to remember it is Saturday and we both have the day off. It takes another minute to realize that thankfully Colin is still sleeping.

I hear low rumbles of thunder and the alarm clock now says 9:17. I roll over to see an empty bed. The house is quiet - too quiet for having two boys awake. I walk downstairs only to find this: It's a perfect excuse to climb back into bed.

I hear joyful screaming and playing and I won't even say what time the alarm clock said now. Lets just say it was a blissful time - a time much later than I've seen in a long time. I walk down the stairs to see Colin and Mike playing puzzles on the floor. I think to myself this is a nice way to start the morning.

But it got better. Much better. Mike pulls out a white box. This white box. I know some of you know what it is just by looking at the box. It's a box from my favorite bakery across town.

What a perfect morning. Sleeping In. My favorite donut. Great Son. Fabulous thoughtful Husband. Thanks babe!