Waking

I'm not a morning person. In fact, I'm a grump. On most days my husband is kind (or slightly terrified) and brings me a cup of coffee to jolt my foggy brain.

My children must sense this. They stumble into my room, crawl under the warm covers and wriggle close for snuggle time. It's hard to be grumpy when my little ones wrap themselves around me and coo "maa maa" into my ear.

This morning, I told them, "You know, I love you very much. You are smart, funny and wonderful people."

To which Phe adds, "And we like to eat lots and lots of candy. The End!"

Yeah, that too.