An Ordinary Saturday?

Saturday...a day of rest?  Not hardly with two 7 seven year olds and a 3 year old.  We were up early (about 6:30) thanks to Harris.  He's not a late sleeper and neither is his older brother.  I suppose I should thank them both for helping me get my day started on time :) 

As we played in the yard this afternoon, my tenderhearted son presented his twin sister with an azalea flower and put it in her hair. I wish I had my camera with me. Her face lit up with a smile like no other. He knows exactly what his sister needs at the exact moment. They have an extraordinary connection that continues to melt my heart day after day. 

We had no special plans today.  It's tax season again.  Seems like this time of the year just creeps up on us.  Maybe tax season is getter longer or maybe it starts earlier, I'm not sure.  What I am sure of is that this time of year is hard.  Hard for me and hard for the kids.  Out of the blue today Matt looked over to me and said, "Mama, I don't like tax season.  I wish Daddy was here."  All I could muster was a nod and a quick, "Me too baby.  Me too." 

Now you would think that someone with the background I have would be okay with this annual event.  Having met at a CPA firm, I knew what I was getting into before I married Scott.    I do understand the hours he puts in and I appreciate all he does for us, but I miss him.  And so do our children.  So for now, we will enjoy our lazy Saturdays as a foursome and look forward to mid-April when our ordinary Saturdays include our Daddy.

To end this day, the Brownings had a slumber party.  We watched The Lion King from sleeping bags and finally fell asleep in the living room.  I took this picture to capture the ending to this wonderfully ordinary day.