Hugs

My son, who is one, wakes up at the exactly the same time every morning. It is uncanny.

Although I know exactly what time he is going to wake up, I can’t seem to get myself out of bed in time enough to get a shower and get myself ready before he wakes up.

He wakes up at 5:20. I usually get to him by 5:30 or so.

I love to go into his room and see his face light up when he sees me. I love to pick him up and feel him snuggle up close to me. I love to let him leisurely nurse—yes, I am still nursing. I love to sing the good morning song to him and play with him for a few minutes on his bed.

The time is fleeting and I know I have to get him dressed for the day, feed him breakfast, pack his lunch and in less than an hour we will be out the door to deal with the business of the day, but

There is nothing like those first moments of the morning.