She lies in bed scared to open her eyes. If she opens them
they will come. So she lies still, so still she isn’t even sure if she’s
breathing. She has to be breathing though or she wouldn’t be alive. It had been
a long night of tossing and turning. She just couldn’t get a good night’s sleep
anymore. Mornings used to be so very
different. Rolling out of bed at 11am, some coffee, a nice magazine or book to
read, or heck she might even catch the tail end of Price is Right. Things are
different now. Not different in a bad way just different. Now she wakes up
around 6:30am, quickly gets dressed, makes breakfast while listening to the
sounds of her home. Happy sounds, laughter, feet, barking, purring, mornings are
certainly different now. Mornings are amazing in a new way. She learns so much
about herself and about her little ones. Mornings are the best because everyone
has slept well, everyone is full of energy and ready for a new day. Mornings
were once a favorite for sleeping; now they are a favorite for celebrating
family.
“Mom?”
“Mom are you up?”
Darn she must have opened an eye… Pancakes it is, let the
fun begin…
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