This morning I was awoken by the pitter patter of little feet dashing across the long wooden hallway. Within seconds, I heard my door creak and I knew little eyes were peeping in to spy on me. Tiptoes fell softly on the floor and then a shift in the bed’s pressure. Those same little eyes peered over my body and . . . “RAWR!”
I snatch him into my arms and pull him close tickling every spot I know to be. His giggles fill the room as I laugh along. I stop to pull him into his good morning hug. When I pull away, he sniffs the aroma suddenly engulfing us. “Mommy! I smell bacon!” I sniff the air, “Oh my goodness! Yes, I smell it, too! Why don’t you go see what else Daddy made and I’ll meet you downstairs?” “Okey dokey!” He smiles from ear-to-ear and flops off the bed. A few seconds later, he tramples on down the stairs in his ingrown pajama bottoms. I slink down the hall still not completely alert. Shuffling into the quiet room, I peer over the white cradle where my baby girl was fast asleep. I brushed her backside with my fingertips and whispered, “wakey, wakey sleepy baby” over and over until she finally stirred. I picked her up and carried her in my arms as I came downstairs. I sat my daughter in her highchair and kissed my son’s forehead on my way to the kitchen. The aroma that I smelled earlier was of my husband’s specialty: scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and freshly squeezed orange juice. My husband stood along the kitchen countertop fixing our children plates of breakfast. I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. I kissed his shoulder blade, the place in which I stand in size to him, and he turned to face me. He embraced me as completely and planted one on me. Like any four year old would, our son screeched, “Ewwww . . . gross.” My husband and I laugh in knowing that it won’t be long until he will think differently. He handed me a cup of coffee and flashed his sexy half grin at me. I blush every time even though I know it’s coming. I join my children at the table and my husband follows suit. My family and I sit and chit chat the morning away sipping coffee and nibbling on pieces of bacon, the sun beaming in from the french doors nearby and the faint sounds of birds chirping coming in from the cracked windows. I recognized how wonderful my life is and how, looking back at my life before, it was almost a life I missed out on living.
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