On the one morning a year that my family would like for me to sleep in (so THEY can sleep in) and lounge about while they dote on me, I (of course) woke up at 5:30 am and couldn’t get back to sleep.
I played some solitaire on my phone while lying still and trying to convince myself to get another hour or two of sleep. When that didn’t work, I took the longest most luxurious hot shower I can remember ever having. Then I dried myself with my brand new (58% off clearance!) Egyptian cotton towels. YAY BLISS.
When I crept to the kitchen to start the coffee pot, I found this at my spot on the kitchen table. It definitely put a big smile on my face while I was making the coffee and folding the first load of laundry of the day.
After Mark woke up (ok… so he rolled over in his sleep and I pounced on him and told him since he was awake it was time for him to pay attention to me), and we headed back to the kitchen for more coffee, I found this on my laptop desk in the living room:
Anna wrote me a poem and titled it “What About Then“:
There’s always going to be someone,
To tell you when you’re right.
To praise your work
And lift you up when you’re not in a plight.
But what about those times,
When nothing seems to go right?
When mornings aren’t as bright,
And every step forward’s an uphill fight?
What can you do,
When everything goes wrong,
And you have to hide it,
And try to be strong?
Remember these words,
Which will always ring true:
You’re perfect, mom,
And I love you.
It’s not often that they make me cry before they’re even out of bed, but there you go. I made it to the last 4 lines before I started leaking. That’s got to be a record.