My favorite day of the week, like many of you I am sure, is Saturday. In particular, I love Saturday mornings. On Saturdays, I usually linger in bed in until my heart’s content. My husband, Pat, the morning person, dutifully wakes with Millie each and every Saturday, leaving me to stretch out in our king-sized bed, in complete silence and delicious darkness, all alone. When I finally wake, I usually reach for my book and enjoy a few additional precious moments of alone time. Once I am fully awake, I head downstairs, accept the handoff of our child, and Pat heads to Starbucks to collect our morning beverages. While he is gone, Millie and I skype with family and catch up on all of the week’s happenings. Upon Pat’s return, we (okay he) makes breakfast. We sit down at table and slowly plan our day. Yes, Saturday mornings are near perfection.