I do not heart the mornings. If you have read the title of my blog this is not a big shock. I do, however, heart my sweet little newborn. Again, not a big shock.
My sweet little baby hearts me. More particularly being right next to me. Problem is the owner of these sweet dirty sparkly shoes hearts being next to me just as much. I often wonder why God did not make mothers of large families have octopus arms.
One morning as I was silently heading up to bed at 7 a.m., after passing off baby duty to my savior of a husband, I found the six year old owner of these shoes looking pretty sad. I hugged her good morning and headed up to bed. You see it was Friday and my husbands one day off a week. For now, this means I sleep in…until I want to get up. I laid my head on the pillow and snuggled into my yummy sheets and remembered my sweet Emma’s sad little eyes. So, I got up….
I found Miss Emma and knelt down and whispered “what do you say we go get donuts…not just a couple, but a pink box full of 12 of them. You can pick them out? ” “Oh yes, mommy…I will go get Greyson and put him in his car seat.” How about we just go you and me?” No words. Just eyes as wide as can be and a delicious little smile.
We stole away before the sun was even up (which I find borders on a sin) and secured our pick of fresh yummy donuts. On the way home Emma said, “hey, mommy there is a carousel.” It was one of those cheesy little ones outside grocery stores. I can’t say that I really ever had noticed it. I quickly made a u turn and we had an early morning ride in pajamas.
Upon returning home…we opened our treasure box and everyone sat on the counters in pj’s. I cut the donuts into fourths and let everyone have it at. Many bites of many different kinds.
I never went to bed that day, but that little girls heart…and tummy,was full…completely worth it. one hundred percent.