I am a slow waker-upper. I guess my waking up begins when Bret’s alarm dings and he gets up. A little later, I hear footsteps pounding our old wooden floor to sit in the big brown chair and read the Bible with Daddy. And still, I’m mostly unconscious, curled up beneath the warmth of Africa in the form of a brightly, brightly colored quilt. Finally, the little footsteps bounce in to see me and a toddler is helping me to greet the day with joy and excitement. The baby is all cuddly in footy pajamas and we all snuggle together for a while, and I read the Bible. And once we make it out of the bed, I finally finish waking up with some breakfast and a cup of coffee. Our mornings are so sweet, and I can’t think of a better way to wake up!
This is a prompt from the Gypsy Mama. Go check out her blog, and the other Five Minute Friday posts.