I am a morning person. I know, I know.....I'm an endangered species - rare, but beautiful (if I do say so myself, hehe). I love mornings. It's like a fresh slate, a new beginning, a gift of grace. Most of my kiddos are morning people too. I always enjoy their company in the mornings (ok, I admit it's more like MOST of the time I enjoy it). This particular morning was full of silent bursts of laughter from me as I listened to the humorous things my children had to say.
My husband had a very early appointment this morning and when I awoke, I found him gone and all three children in my bed. As the children awoke, I was inundated with questions to the location of Daddy. They like to come, one by one, into my bed in the morning and take turns snuggling and giving him kisses. As I answered their questions, my second born began to cry. My heart immediately started to melt as I thought, "AW!! Scott will be so glad to hear how much he misses him!"
I asked my son, "What's the matter, sweetie?"
"I CAN'T FIND MY LIGHT-SABER!!!" he replied
