I slept in this morning. It was delicious. Why do I feel guilty, lazy and un-American for saying that? I love sleeping in and I love when I have the choice to get up whenever I want to, whenever the urge to get on with the day supersedes the warm, slumbery comfort of my bed. I love when the room is semi-light and the morning sun is peaking over the dark curtains reminding me that it’s always there for me when I’m ready. I love giving in to my body and respecting its need for the feeling of complete, deep relaxation after a busy, stressful week. I love morning dreams. They are so vivid, close to the surface and easy to remember. I love my hazy morning thoughts, when they are so slow, I have to question whether I am still dreaming. I love the feel of when my feet hit the cool floor and I feel like I should tiptoe to keep the energy of stillness and peace still surrounding me and my household. Sleep is a wonderful gift given to us by our Creator, sleeping in and savoring our sleep is a wonderful gift we give to ourselves.