dawn
It's a quarter to 6 in the morning on November. The sky's still dark, I can hear remnants of the rain that went on and off throughout the night. The morning breeze chills me just enough. I close my eyes. Aaah, christmas is coming.
I look around our room and my two boys are still asleep. The little one stirs, then falls back to sleep. It's a sunday morning and I'm very rarely up this early anymore when I don't work. I miss this. I miss loving dawn, for the past 2 years I wake up early in the morning to go to work which made waking up such a drag. It's these weekend dawns that I try to cherish the most.
My two boys are waking up. time for a good morning hug!
I look around our room and my two boys are still asleep. The little one stirs, then falls back to sleep. It's a sunday morning and I'm very rarely up this early anymore when I don't work. I miss this. I miss loving dawn, for the past 2 years I wake up early in the morning to go to work which made waking up such a drag. It's these weekend dawns that I try to cherish the most.
My two boys are waking up. time for a good morning hug!
