I woke up this morning to two little monkeys looking me straight in the face at 7 am (Charles gently stroking my nose). Damn near gave me a heart attack.
It seems Jamie has learned to climb out of his crib (perhaps with help from Charles) when he wants to get up.
There’s a lot of love in my life. Most of it has a snotty nose or a stinky butt and makes a lot of noise, but some of it brings home shortbread cookies and makes me coffee in the morning and even schedules surprise date nights. All of it, even the stinky part, fills my heart.
Which my heart needs as soon as it stops beating out of my chest after being startled awake by my sons.
May your life be as blessed.