This morning came way too early.
Paul gallantly offered to take the first shower so that I could pillage the Land of Nod for fifteen more blissful minutes. Alas, it was not to be.
Five minutes after the shower started running, a small but not-to-be-denied voice announced from the kids’ room: “Mommmeeeee! I’m awake now!” It was Caleb, and as I swung my reluctant feet to the floor and tried to blink back the light with my heavy eyelids, he came catapulting full-tilt into my arms for his morning hugs.
Little arms and legs wrapped around me for a big squeeze and then he pulled back a little to grin up into my face.
“This is a good day, isn’t it?” he chirped, before running off on his pajamafied feet to see how much playing he could accomplish before breakfast.
Sweet morning child. Keeper of the dawn. How would I know the sun was shining if you didn’t drag it around behind you, dripping its rays all over the place?
It most certainly is a good day.