I am the only person in my little circle of friends that has any kids.  A  Saturday night is no longer an event.  It is no longer a time to wear new impractical shoes or have one too many martinis at a crowded restaurant.  It is not paying for parking, checking my wrap and staying out until dawn.  It is not what it was five years ago when I was dating my now husband.  Saturdays are not social events, impromptu roadtrips to Toronto for the night or dinner parties.  They are quiet nights.  Peaceful nights.  A time to rest and reconnect.

It is a night where my children get to splash in the tub, snuggle up with me or my husband and read stories and sing silly songs until I dim the lights and put on a bit of classical music.  It is a night when, after my daughter drifts off, that I curl up on the couch with a snack and a good book and nurse my son to sleep while my husband reads next to me, occasionally sharing a good snipet of whatever he's reading.  Sometimes there's a glass of wine, most often it's a steaming mug of tea or decaf with tons of milk.  But now, a Saturday night is not a play or a new restaurant. It is just another night.  And, when I sit back and listen to my baby's contented sighs and my husband rustling in the kitchen making us some tea, I reflect on how blessed I am to have my family.

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steam...
Jul. 10, 2008 at 8:14 PM

I LOVE Satruday nights.  My DH works 2nd shift so it's one of the few nights we have togher as a family!  Its amazing how kids change you!!

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