all blurry-eyed

I might be blurry-eyed, stiff bodied, messy haired, or even in the midst of a dream...

I may have just drifted off to sleep after coming home late from a birth, just barely closed my eyes again after consoling another from a nightmare, or be furious with my foolishness for staying up too late the night before...

I might complain, moan, groan, even cry out to God for mercy- begging for even just another 20 minutes of sleep....

But the truth is that I secretly love being woken up by this boy. His kisses, pinches (yes he pinches), and his too-boisterous-for-that-time-of-morning "Hi Mamas" are really the best way to start the day. I remind myself of this at 5:23am on a Saturday morning and promise myself to pay him back many times during his teenage years.