I love Saturday morning rituals. And if I really had to choose a favorite moment, a most anticipated time, it would be (yes!) Saturday morning.
Somewhere around 7 o’clock. Somewhere before 10 o’clock. Somewhere around there.
My love for Saturday mornings used to revolve around the morning Looney Tune show. Nicole and Matthew would pull out all of their toys and I would follow suit. We’d play between commercials and laugh like crazy at bugs bunny and daffy’s latest antics.
And then we would run around and play outside. Sometimes we’d be ferocious wild horses, running through fields and jumping over logs. Sometimes we were cowboys (+ girls!) and Indians. Whatever we might have been for the day, we would always refuel with some good ol’ fashioned balogna and cheese sandwiches. Life was good. Life was perfect.
And then I grew up and everything changed. Except for Saturday mornings. I still enjoy my rituals (FYI, without elmer fudd!! Ha!)
I drink my morning cup of coffee. I take in the fresh new day. I breathe (because sometimes during the week, it’s hard to remember to do this!) I go for a run and I don’t rush home. I make myself whatever I want for breakfast. Life is good. Life is perfect.
Ezekiel Toast. Chocolate Hazelnut butter. Banana. Milk.
Enjoy your Saturday!!
QUESTION: What are your Saturday morning rituals?