I woke this morning (far too early, mind you) to two little hands pressed gently on my cheeks. Isaac's face was the first thing I saw. He smiled. I grunted. You get the picture.
He ran off to play, and I rolled over. I needed a reality check. What would I do if those little hands and that precious face weren't around? Waking up to that is one of my favorite things, even if it is early on a Saturday.
I mentally jotted down a list of faves:
1. Listening to my children laughing. Best. By far.
2. Being randomly told "I love you Momma." (melt)
3. Watching my kids stop and pray before eating, without being told. Conversation with God=priceless.
4. Being the "Tickle Monster" and playing "sock missiles" in the living room. (Socks are okay to throw--they're soft.)
5. Listening to them read to each other.
6. Experiencing joys of discovering something new or unexpected. Like the robin's nest in our garage.
7. Watching them sleep
8. Seeing their Daddy in them.
9. Cuddling. It's a drug, I swear.
10. Being able to be home and watch them grow. And eat. And eat more. Gosh, do they eat....
|My very first in many "early" mornings with my sons...|