dear morning, i welcome you.
i wake when she wiggles. no alarm clock needed.
daylight savings grants me an extra hour of sleep from the big kids.
seems funny to write when they are but five and nearly three.
i feed, burp and snuggle the little one while coffee brews strong and fills the air with its come-and-get-me-i-will-get-you-through-this-day aroma. she looks around wide-eyed with curiosity at all that is new. she hears her daddy's voice and searches hard for his face.
she knows me and i know her and this is love in its purest form.
she has no expectations of me and i have none of her.
the big kids wake and run to their bowl of cheerios. they chat, argue and watch the birds out the kitchen door. rust-bellied robins visit our porch and we tip-toe to the door for a closer look.
these are mornings in our home.
our sweet season of little ones under our feet.
i drink it in and overflow with gratitude.
*linking up with heather for just write