When they’re not spent rushing off to some weekend commitment, eight o’clock to noon on Saturday mornings are my four favorite hours of the week, followed closely by the same four hours the next day.
There is something so liberating about waking up to two days of no plans. Admittedly, that is not how weekends have played out for me for the past six months or so, but the crazy summer has made me appreciate free weekends so much more.
Madison’s Sunday morning, crazy pre-shower hair and all.
Last weekend was spent organizing our apartment (finally, after living here for more than two months), sketching, running, biking, and casually ticking things off our joint and individual to-do lists. The whole weekend was perfect, a reminder of the joys of slowing down and relaxing, but the mornings were definitely the best part. If only every day started with a creative project, soft sunlight, a slow breakfast, laid-back productivity, and a warm cup of tea or coffee.
September 27, 2015.
