Saturdays Are Full of Hope

What I love most about my Saturday mornings: Ali Time.

Saturday mornings engender hope.

Unlike the mornings of the work week, Saturday morning invites opportunity to ring your phone and invite you to brunch.  It provides the luxury of waking up with the sun, yawning your way to the kitchen, and enjoying a cup of coffee in a real mug (steamed with your own milk, not cooled with a splash from a community carton).

Saturday mornings encourage conversation between husbands and wives, mothers and children, fathers and family.  Instead of offering a quick moment of rushed pecks and murmured goodbyes, Saturday morning rolls out the red carpet for hugs and laughter, newspapers and television.

But best of all, Saturday mornings empower our worlds with choice.  Will it be eggs and toast or slow cooked oats? Do we shampoo the carpets and organize the hodgepodge of lidless pots or do we forego all housework by hopping in the car and heading to the hills for a day of hiking at Hacklebarney?

For my husband, Saturday mornings hint at the option of a PM wake up; just knowing it's a possibility, albeit a rare one, is almost always enough. For me, Saturday mornings whisper words of freedom: "I don't care," they say, "it's up to you.  What do you want to do?"

Saturday mornings trust you; they know that you'll make the choice that's best for you and your family.

Imagine if your boss was that generous.