It's Saturday morning and no one is awake but me.
I'm humming along to country music playing on the kitchen radio.
Even the dogs are sleeping in. It's been a long week.
I love the magic feeling of knowing that the smell of bacon sizzling on the stove is going to be their wake-up alarm this morning, instead of the harsh sound of a beep or a bell.
This is one of the priveleged feelings known to a mom--maybe because I know how much I loved waking up to that smell.