I’ve had the expectation that Friday’s were going to be these gloriously beautiful and lazy days. My son doesn’t have school on Fridays, so I pictured us sleeping in, watching cartoons, eating cinnamon rolls, cuddling ’til noon.
But, so far, Fridays have been rough. My son has had a full week, and my daughter has had a week full of freedom, neither of them are transitioning into a morning together very well.
(To be honest, I don’t think my high expectations for Fridays are helping things much.)
So I decided not to get my hopes up his morning, and you know what, this Friday is going pretty well.
Instead of trying to force a lazy-sweet-sugar filled morning, I’m noticing all the naturally beautiful things already all around me–helping kick start our long weekend off on the right foot.
Things like beautiful-baby-bare-feet and sunshine covered wood floors.
(not to mention adorable girly-bandaids and gorgeous, dainty, uber-feminine shadows.)
Oh, this girl. . .
I’m thankful for fluttery white curtains and ancient wooden windows.
I’m thankful for these eyes, and those freckles:
The silliness, the bitter-sweet.
A home full of fresh-flowers.
And a fresh outlook on Fridays. Maybe not lazy, but definitely still fun.