Saturday is currently my favorite day. I don't even mind that I am awake by 7:00 a.m. It's my day to enjoy my daughter. I don't pick up my laptop or look at lesson plans the entire day—we fill our day with mommy-daughter activities. Currently we are in my bed chatting about our plans for today. I love her babbles. I ask a question and she answers me. It doesn't matter that I have no idea what she attempts to say.
“Should we go downstairs and make breakfast for Alma?"
“Da-ba-ba-ta-da," Liberty responds with arms and legs animatedly signaling her excitement.
When I rise from the bed, Libby lifts her arms to signal for me to pick her up. I scoop her into my arms and smoother her with kisses causing baby giggles to erupt. I have not a care in the world in these moments.
I secure Libert
