Saturdays are for sleeping late, long stretches, pancakes (French Toast if you live in my house) and a brief return to free-spirited, childlike irresponsibility. Lying in sunlight, watching my niece from beneath a cashmere throw, I fumbled for my camera snapping the shutter just seconds before a small bubble appeared at the end of her wand, and popped right on her nose. Ahhhhh…. Saturdays. Only five more days until the next one.
Happy week everyone!