My mornings are typically met with the annoying sound of an alarm clock waking me from a never-enough-shut-eye slumber. However, this morning was different.
My Luke (age 6) had crawled into my bed sometime in the night. His breath wakes me up as he whispers:
“Guess what Mommy…. it’s morning and I still love you!”
He kisses my nose and hops out of bed.
It didn’t matter what challenges today brought – it was aready a great day.
That is beautiful!