Saturday Mornings.

I don't have to be at work today until 6pm. It's sort of a weird Saturday shift for me but I am enjoying the silence of this Saturday morning.



In my family, Saturday and Sunday mornings are huge. When I was a kid i spent them watching cartoons or Save by the Bell with my brother and cousins. We'd eat apple cinnamon waffles with loads of syrup before getting dressed to head to the park and play tag.



When I was a preteen, I spent Saturday mornings with my mom and brother. We usually found a way into her room where she would listen to music on the first stereo system we ever got. We'd dance with brooms and controllers as microphones to top 40 hits and jazz.



In south carolina, we spent Saturday mornings in the living room. My brother stopped participating in the Saturday morning sessions and it just became a time for my mom and I to connect. We'd surf the TV for programs we wanted to watch later on that day while discussing books and potential trips to a thrift store.



In college Saturday mornings were lonelier. A little more quiet. But I'd find the strength to get out of bed, brush my teeth and hair, dance and head off to take pictures when the weather was cloudy and moody enough.

Saturday mornings meant the campus was empty of students running to class so I'd take the time to visit the art building or the Horeshoe; the big stretch of land where people read books and had picnics. I'd grab a cookie from my favorite coffee shop and then back to my dorm before the masses awoke.



My Saturday's now are a little more hectic. I usually work the weekends and spend the morning dreading work. My Saturdays especially feel less treasured and special and more anxious and...crowded.



Today however, as I woke up to the wind knocking on my window and pleasant dreams about England, my Saturday felt like my Saturday again. I woke up, danced and twirled in my room, ate breakfast in really warm pajamas and found myself in the arms of a good read.



More Saturday mornings need to be like this. They are few to none these days. And I was more than happy to see on the schedule that I have next Saturday off. You couldn't find a more happier girl right now.

I am counting down the days as we speak. It is going to be lovely.

~Becks

Oh, and I think I've decided to go to the Moma on my birthday. Well, the day after because every museum seems to take a day off on Tuesdays. I had the best time at the Moma with my mom a few years back and I wouldn't mind getting lost there. Plus I have an outfit all picked out. 25 is going to be awesome!