Saturday

It's raining.

The Columbia River is speckled with fishing boats filled with soggy hopeful people.

The coffee pot is chugging its final chug. The inviting smell of fresh perked coffee wafts from the kitchen and into the family room enticing me.

Two birds squabbling over something just smacked into the window with a alarming thud. They swooped away again in a dizzy drunk man wobble. I'm much relieved.

Both my men are sleeping. Gabby Abby sits beside me staring out the window and chattering at the birds.

The dog is snoozing on the sofa, nestled in the folds of my Hello Kitty blanket.

The day yawns before me. Things are still wondrously quiet and peaceful. The morning is still mine alone.

Soon the sounds of life, family and love will fill the walls and my day will officially begin.

But in this moment. It is as if my world is holding its breath. Time is suspended.

And I am floating on a soft cloud.