A Little Sun Peeking Behind the Clouds

This morning I woke up to the sounds of Henry screaming. I'd have to say that I hate waking up to an alarm and I usually woke up before it went off when I had one, but the most jarring way to start one's day is to the sound of your screaming child. Apparently there was a juice cup issue that was of monumental proportions for a couple seconds.

I've been feeling ill for two weeks because I have a cold that my asthma lungs cannot shake and I woke up to another humid, dreary morning.

I walk down into a warmly lit kitchen with the children seated at the table having their breakfast with daddy. They are both already dressed, Hallelujah, this means we can get out the door on time.

After breakfast, the kids snuggle up on the couch for a "morning show" and we hear a baby crying on the monitor in the playroom..then we hear a faint "Head and shoulders, knees and toes...and a baby laugh." I point out to my children that there is a baby crying on the monitor and they hold their bodies still and listen carefully. They hear the mommy singing and the baby stop crying and laugh. They both explode with giggles. This lightness, compassion and happiness envelopes me and takes me out of myself for a little while out of my cold, somewhat frenetic, racing life. We sit there together listening and giggling. That sound of laughter as a reaction to laughter is exponentially lighter and more joyful than any other.

Then, I swear it really happened no lighting or special effects, as we gathered our things to walk out the door, the clouds floated by and the sun lit our day.

Happy Thursday.