A Saturday Kind Of Love

Getting back into the rhythm of things ain't always easy!

It seems like we've been away all year. After a week in Hawaii and a week in Vancouver and a week recovering from the various illnesses we picked up along the way, we are home on a free Saturday afternoon wondering what to tackle. The Bills, the messages, the gardening, the loose ends from our renovation project, the lost bedtime routines....

I buy groceries but only manage to make at most two meals a day out of them... I find myself standing in front of the fridge or the pantry, staring into the abyss, wondering what could I possibly make for our next meal. I munch on Macadamia nut dark chocolates and Ketchup Chips we brought home from Maui and Vancouver when I don't have an audience. As my taste buds blush with the intensity of the flavors, I wonder could I possibly get away with doing so much of a very bad thing...

I asked Mr. Urban to facilitate some quiet time for me to figure out my game plan for the Fall. So far, soaking up the sultry 60's jazz music in the background, I've made one definite resolution: to dedicate these next precious few months to reading as many romantic British period novels as possible.

Last week I picked up The American Heiress at the airport and savored every page of it. I wish I had more books like it on my cue. Time is a wasting...

Other pleasurable pursuits for the Fall making it to my list of to do's: Enjoy watching President Obama's campaign and all the goodies that come with it like the late hour giggles with Mr. Urban watching the Daily show and enjoy our last months as a family of three, being able to focus completely on a little girl who is so funny and interesting. And of course getting ready for a new little girl. Cozying up a nursery, washing and ironing tiny clothes, dreaming of the life that awaits us.

What is on your to do list for the fall? Hope little things that will shower your senses with love and comfort...

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