This time of year we're all pondering what we're grateful for.
Isn't it fantastic?
This morning it hit me...
By about 5:00 each morning each of our kids has
independently slipped into bed with us.
6:30, then, greets us with higher pitched snores
and tiny hands draped across our bodies.
Occasionally we get a whiff of junior morning breath
(which is surprisingly cute when it's your own kid.)
warm little bodies to dogpile each morning.
(Oh, and our King-sized bed.)