Saturday Mornings

I love Saturday mornings. Especially ones that turn out like today. Mitch and I like to take advantage of our weekends, and this morning we did what we do on Saturday mornings when we don't have anything up. We sleep in (well I sleep in, and Mitch lays there and waits until I wake up) and then Mitch gets up and makes us coffee, and one of us (mostly Mitch these days) will make a good breakfast. Today was scrambled eggs and toast with freshly ground starbucks coffee. So good. Then today we just ended up sitting at the table for over an hour just talking. I love my husband. I am so blessed to be married to a man that I can sit and talk with for hours. We started dating because of those kind of long conversations over coffee, and three years later I enjoy it even more than I did before. I was thinking about it a lot today because I realized that our lives will soon change and these mornings will look rather different.

One thing that's funny about being pregnant is that suddenly everyone feels like it's their duty to give you advice about how to manage your family life. I don't actually mind this so much and have been given many good pointers and things to think about. The other day somone I work with was talking to me and mentioned how he wished that he and his wife had taken the time for each other after their kids were born. Now they've been married for years, have teenage kids, busy lives, and don't know each other any more. Hearing that made me so sad, and thinking about that today I realized how much I need to value the time I have with Mitch now, and remember to take that time as often as we can or need to after the baby is born. God has given me such a wonderful guy and I am bound and determined to remember that and value him always.