Good Morning to You


He crawled up in bed next to me and laid his head on my pillow. I rolled over, caught in that fuzzy state between dreams and reality. His soft cheek pressed up against mine, satiny skin dotted with freckles.

I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him close, breathing in deep the smell of little boy. Summer is in his hair – dirt, sunscreen and sweat. My eyes have yet to open but I feel his eyes on me, his breath smelling of apple juice. I squeeze him close and I hear his mouth stretch into a smile. His tiny little arm wraps around me and he returns the early morning squeeze.

Pure bliss.

“Good morning, buddy,” I say, finally forcing my heavy lids to part. He looks up at me with wide, crystal blue eyes and his tiny little bow tie mouth leans in for a kiss.  It’s delicious and precious.

“I’m glad to see you,” I whisper in his ear. “How are you this morning?”

There is a quiet pause as his warm little body snuggles close to mine. Then he giggles – magic.

“I jus’ fawted.”


So how was your morning?


  1. LOL! Completely sounds like a morning in my house. Darn kids.

  2. Yep. They really know how to ruin a moment don’t they? It is nice to wake up with a laugh though. 🙂

  3. *gasp* You said the F word! Lol. (Funnily, I was just going to sit down to write about that)

  4. I will be happy if my children always remain innocent enough to think “fawt” is the F word! 🙂 And I can’t WAIT to see what you have to write about the topic. Hehehe…

  5. It’s an awesome and blissful moment…