the sun pops over the horizon. the pink light stretches over the inlet water. the rooster crows. the kids wake. there's a shuffle, thump and patter of feet. doors open and close. their dad makes them breakfast. they are morning people. i am not. i roll over and pull the covers up to my chin. i doze. if i'm lucky, a cup of hot tea is deposited by my bedside. eventually they make their way into my bed. a morning cuddle. a gentle start to the day. it's the ultimate gift for this weary body.
such a sweet surprise!}