Wednesday, June 22, 2011


Quiet stirrings, whispered greetings, hushed voices. 
Hot coffee and chocolate milk. 
Scrambled eggs and buttered toast. 
Aftershave and a uniform. 
A farewell kiss and a beckoning pillow. 

This is how we spend our mornings, readying ourselves for the day in the dim light of the breaking dawn, cautious of our noise in order to continue alone. Just in the next room, the toddler sleeps, and we spend a few moments alone together. Too soon, he'll walk out the door to face his workday, and I'll return to bed, begging for a few more minutes of rest before my mothering duties are required. We relish this time together, and are grateful for the moments we have.

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