why I love the weekend

I think that, for most of us, the weekend just puts the icing on the weekday cake ... we are all doing what we love to do (being at home with our kids) so it isn't as though the regular day-to-day stuff is miserable (though there are those seasons, too) BUT something transformational happens each weekend in our home.  I think it must be my husband ...

He helped me out by building my garden bed, for one



He also built the boys a bit of a tree fort in the back, so they could invite friends over and have something to do if the friends should be free to come ...



He loves to help out by cooking most everything on the weekends (and I let him because he is really creative and I like to deek out of as much as possible once Saturday shows her cheery face)



He encourages me to try, try, try again, and takes pictures of every bit of progress I make along the way



He shares my love for a "great spot" (actually so do my kids and my cats)



and, I suppose for now, he is my village ... and I love who he brought along with him.