My Favorite Saturdays

 

My favorite Saturdays are when you come to grandpa and grandma's house for the day.  The house comes alive with the sound of your jabbering and squeals.  Marley looks forward to the treats you give him, and Gray Kitty no longer runs for cover (just lays where he knows you can't reach him). 

Grandma and grandpa don't mind stepping around your walker, toys scattered from the kitchen table to the living room couch and into the office, nor do I notice how much sweet potato and oatmeal splatter there is on my clothes or glasses, until I happen to look in the mirror (& it always makes me laugh). 

...and when you've gone home, and the toys are all neatly put back on the bed, the diaper pail emptied, I can hardly wait to see you again.