Saturday is a Special Day

I can't remember the last time we had a Saturday that wasn't chock full of commitments. (One look at our yard, and it's not hard to tell.)

This is how we spent the day:

First of all, we got up WAY too early to avoid the heat...


Divided up the back jungle flower bed into six equal parts and pulled the weeds and vines. When we were (I was) too sweaty and achy to continue...and it started raining...we called it good.

Then the older kids had a youth activity, site-seeing in Naha...


Leaving Jake to plot the next acquisition in his Nerf arsenal.



This was lunch. Leftover shredded chicken burrito filling from last night...which was perfection, if I do say so myself.



Cliff looked for something good and mind-numbing to watch while we ate. (Military channel, no doubt.)



Oh, and Brownie went to the groomer. She was all mopey with her head on the ground when I first walked in to pick her up. Then she saw me through the window, and popped up like this. Don't you just love this expression? Man, I love her.

Then Cliff made salmon for dinner. With broccoli and homemade stuffing. (I made that part.)

A simply special Saturday...just the way they should be.