My husband and I were out late this past Friday night and did not get into bed until 1:00am. I am usually an early riser, but after one turns forty, late nights aren’t agreeable to the body any longer. When my kitty started bugging me for food around 7:30am, I moaned and groaned and got up to feed her. However, this was one of those mornings where I simply was not motivated to get moving, and quickly crawled back into a warm bed.

We had nothing planned until Saturday evening. Our entire day was ahead of us without appointments or errands. It wasn’t hard to stay in bed for more sleep and cuddling. We did not get up, take a shower, or have breakfast until noon.

I had a smile across my face Saturday morning, as it brought back memories of lazy mornings when we were first married. We felt like we didn’t have a care in the world, and just time to love each other. I honestly felt like a lazy bum. I didn’t accomplish a thing on my ‘to do’ list Saturday. I had to give myself permission to just ‘be’ with my husband and enjoy his company. It was tremendously refreshing.

When we arrived home Saturday evening from a birthday party, he hugged me and said, “I liked our lazy morning together.”

I had to smile. Maybe there are more lazy mornings around the corner now that the kids have moved out.