The sick little boy who spent all week going between the couch and my bed is back. He's got his ball cap on and runs everywhere he goes.
The house is clean, the blinds are open, and the sun is shining.
It's freezing outside, but my living room is toasty-warm.
Dad just took the kids for haircuts and shakes;
and I've got a few, peaceful afternoon moments all to myself.
I love Saturdays.
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