As good as it sounds to sleep till 9 or even 10, I find so much pleasure in the early morning when people are still sleeping. I should say person, since Nick left for work at 6. And as quiet as he tries to leave the house I just can't sleep if he isn't next to me.
There is just something peaceful about the stillness of my house. Dew sits undisturbed on the windows. A moment when there isn't some type of dragon/warrior/dinosaur with a cape made from a Giant Spiderman blanket bounding from the highest point of the couch on to a pile of warm, freshly cleaned laundry. I know one day I will miss the constant sound of a machine gun or the growling roar right before the attack. Until then there is always 7am and earlier if need be.
So I have about 30 more minutes to continue this beautiful thing I have with my coffee and Tori and Dean...
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