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.)
I'm grateful for family snuggles and warm little bodies to dogpile each morning.
(Oh, and our King-sized bed.)
I'm sure the "patch" at Blackstone and Shaw avenues suffice for some families (said with a slight hint of disdain/pity.)
