I love the way my kids wake up.
Little miss, full of sleepy eyes and pretended mimis, until she stretches and shakes loose all of her ideas – which tumble from her like her hair until her eyes are bright and the day is welcomed willingly.
Little man, who still moves to me as urgently as he did as an infant, crawling jerkily into my lap, eyes still closed, to be held as the day begins– my forever co-sleeper, righting our distance. Now that he’s older, he pats my back as he stretches against me, comforting ME into the day as well.
I love the way the world wakes up.