My Saturday

Today a new sun rises for me; everything lives, everything is animated, everything seems to speak to me of my passion, everything invites me to cherish it.   -Ninon de Lencios

Saturday started early. Not a creature stirring. That is, until the cracked egg landed in the frying pan. Then suddenly, I had company. Max, our beloved miniature, nervous-as-a cat, drama king of a daschund made his way to the kitchen. Those eyes. That posture. Begging, pleading for a fried egg of his own. How could I resist? 

He knows just how to get his way. It's not only about the eyes. He resorts to an annoying whine, too that pulls at my heartstrings. Sucker, I am. 

(The picture of Max was taken at Christmas, not this morning. Same begging, pleading posture though. Someone give him an Emmy! Or better yet, a fried egg will work.)

More footsteps, too this morning made their way downstairs. These belonged to our beloved, baby girl now a woman that rules this house. Savannah-Jane, that daughter of ours. Those eyes, that heart, that spirit. She prepares her own breakfast and asks, "Mom, you gonna be ready to go at 8:00?" And I answer, "Sure babe!"

How can I resist?

And so it was a day together, somewhat. Visiting that boy she's crazy over. But still, there was the four hours in the car. Alone together. Girl talk. Starbucks. Good times. Pulling at my heartstrings. Sucker, I am.  

(The picture of Savannah was taken a while back.  OK, fifteen years ago. Same adorable, sweet heart.)