It is quite this morning. The sunroom doors are open and a cup of tea beside me at my desk. I can hear the finches chirping, doves cooing back and forth to each other and the faint sounds of Tom and Jerry on the television. It's peaceful. The true definition of a lazy Sunday. I want to sit back and relax but I keep looking at the clock, wishing it wouldn't keep ticking away the seconds. Part of me is waiting to see when the day really starts. When Drew and Nancy start fighting, when Katie asks for ride somewhere, when Will cracks his first joke. That's when I know the day has begun. Right now, I can only savior this because it doesn't happen often and hope that time stays lazy. Just for a few more minutes.