Our little ones have been rising before the sun of late. Sometime in the wee hours when the sky is still dark they call from their beds, croaky voices signaling it's morning, almost time to start the day.
Once they have escaped from the captivity that is their rooms, they gleefully take their positions in centre of the queen sized bed that seemed so much bigger only moments before. We are jammed in like sardines - them in the middle, us on those tiny little bits of piping that run along the edges (it's amazing how much body will fit on that slim strip) . As Dave and I struggle to hold on to the last scraps of sleep, the young ones lay back, eyes wide and bright, milk filled sippy cups in their hands and a little puddle of the stuff in the nape of their necks.
We adore those quiet moments - hearts absolutely bursting and exhaustion so deep that it can only have come from love.