Sunday, November 13, 2011

Mornings

I hated 6:00am. Every weekday I would have to get up at 6:00am. I was always tired. It always felt too early. Three weeks ago I changed my mind about 6:00am. 6:00am is no longer reserved for weekdays. The reprieve of the weekend sleep-in has disappeared. I don’t miss it. I love 6:00am.

Why? Because that is when my little love wakes up. He begins to fuss about until I pick him up. We head to the living room and I feed him. I can’t help but stair at his tiny, perfect little features. He’s too perfect for words.