It is never quiet in my house at bedtime. Ever. Seriously.
But once the kids are tucked in, I have some very precious quiet time. I value silence and gain strength from it in some ways. In the quiet moments I make peace with my myself, my doubts and demons. I reflect, accept and then am able to move forward. Eventually I fall to sleep every night hoping that I will wake up to one of my favorite things ever.... It is a little like Christmas Eve every night.
Each morning I awake to hear *thump* followed by swift little footsteps in the hall above me and down the stairs. Boone is making his descent to greet the day. Once his footsteps reach the kitchen it is a dead-on, two year old sprint to mommy and daddy’s room. The minute he steps past the threshold he loosens his smile a bit so he can speak and boastfully announces, “I wake up Mommy, I wake up! He then jumps on top of me and after a quick hug asks me to turn on Oswald. The special moment ends and the day begins but what a glorious beginning it was. It makes my day every day.
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