If my morning starts like this, that means it was a great morning. There is a husband doing something random probably in the garage or yard. And a little girl in a pink tutu and tiara twirling around the kitchen. A tiny little curly haired baby boy who is in the first stages of walking, and he is hanging at my leg just waiting to be carried. May not sound like heaven to some, but it is mine. Coffee in one hand, breakfast on the horizon, and my lovely lap top that's about to connect me to the world that is going much faster than we are at the moment.
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