Our morning routine goes
like this. Ben wakes up. Blurry eyed, I stubble to the kitchen to get
him some milk. I go into his room, we
say our good mornings, I give him his bottle, open the blinds and stack a pile
of books in his crib. I tell him that I’m
going to go have “more sleepy”. I crawl
back into bed. This little morning routine
usually buys me at least half an hour more rest. Except sometimes, I don’t get back into
bed. Sometimes, I stand at the door,
peek into the crack and marvel at my son and how absolutely beautiful and
amazing he is.
