Mornings

You all know that I am not exactly a morning person. I've been like that for as long as I can remember. My Mom used to bribe me to get out of bed with hot breakfasts made to order. I'd sit there in front of that wonderful breakfast and I would still be as grumpy and miserable as possible. Now that David gets picked up for school at dawn, I feel like I would be a terrible mother if I just stayed in bed. Even though he doesn't really need me to be up, I get up with him each morning at 5:50, but I still don't like it. I try not to be grumpy, but most days I just wish I were back in bed. But every once in a while, there's a tiny reward. A reward that only David and I get to share while the rest of the world sleeps. This morning was one of those days.

The creepy and the sweet.