April 19, 2012

a truth of mine...

My insides groan on Sunday night... here we go again.
I can breathe again Tuesday evening, knowing I am half-way there.
And Thursday morning my soul begins to sing.
I like my job, and I love the people, but...
I live for the weekend.
My soul craves the time... to do nothing, or everything.
I treasure the too-fleeting moments of the four of us all together and the times when we split off, two by two.
 
I live for the weekend.
The sun shines brighter, the laughter is louder, and the love is woven through all of it.
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4 comments:

Loui♥ said...

Dawn~
I hear you loud and clear!!
Saturday mornings are the VERY best..
we sleep in till we are READY to get up..saunter out to the kitchen for coffee where we linger over the morning paper..chit chat about whatever,,we both so enjoy the easy banter, laughter..the intimacy of being totally you with the person who makes your eyes light up and your heart sing..
YES! we love our weekends..especially when they begin with Saturday!!
warmest hugs..
Loui♥

Dayle @ A Collection of This and That said...

Dawn,

Please delete previous comment. I was on the wrong page. LOL!

In response to your post, I remember so well those days. Squeeze as much out of them as you can. All too soon, the empty nest ... but that's fun, too. :)

Southern Gal said...

Yes, ma'am. You're speaking my language.

Busy Bee Suz said...

I am feeling the same way lately....'come on Friday'!
I hope this weekend brings you all you want, whether it is fast and furious, or slow paced.
Lovely photos...you've got mad skills.
xoxo