Today I awoke to a bright bedroom. Finn stirring to my left. Tommy and the girls were clanging around the kitchen and living room and Granger was obviously jumping in the jumparoo. I looked down at Finn and he grinned up. I like to slowly make my way out of bed on Saturdays, but I like company too, so I often call downstairs to see if Tommy wants to lay around and talk for a while. The girls usually join us. They scramble into our bed and bring their giggles and elbows and knees too. Today when Tommy came up with Granger, Grace and Ava ran up the stairs and launched themselves into our too small for six people bed. And then Grace declared that it was a normal Saturday, and she was right. For the first time in a long time, it was.