our new morning

Mornings are always hit or miss for me. It depends on the night I/we have had and on my temperament when I wake up. Last week our mornings consisted of Patrick coming into bed with us early and then tossing and turning until we frustratingly just got up at his urging.

This week though.

Is different.

Patrick has woken up for 3 days at 6:05. exactly. He cries out "Mama", I run to the bathroom while Ryan shuts off his alarm (set for 6:10) and picks Patrick up. I hurry back to bed to see a small boy ask in a sleepy haze for "mulk"

I hand over the goods and roll over to snuggle in while we hear the shower begin. At some point the "mulk" is empty and gets put back. Patrick then works like a puppy to find the perfect place to rest in the midst of my nest of pillows, blankets and my ever growing belly.

Once he settles in, we both drift back to sleep.

I hear his breath in my ear, sometimes feel it on my face, I barely feel my arm as it is usually trapped somewhere between him and the blankets/pillows. I hear the cat run to check out the birds that are beginning to awake and then she attempts to play with my remaining fingers or toes while I keep her away from Patrick's. I hear Ryan finish his shower, begin to shave and eventually creep downstairs for some "Ryan" time.

I do fall back asleep though, I think. and when I awake, I look to see the most beautiful face next to me. A face I remember so well, because when he is sleeping he reminds me of the face I first met almost 2 years ago. Ryan comes in to wake us. Doesn't seem easy these days as I could lay there forever soaking in the warmth.

but finally, Patrick sits up and says "mommy get up" I don't want to. then he gives me a gentle push and so begins our day.