The front porch becomes another room in our house once Spring arrives. We haul out the wicker furniture and carry our meals outside. Mornings are when this spot is the sunniest; the clatter of woodpeckers finding their breakfast and the coo-cooooo-coo of mourning doves provide background music.
I suspect it is part of nature's design, that after a long night of interrupted sleep, mothers find their children so sweet when they wake up. Soft, warm cheeks, rosy from deep slumber and tousled hair, topping off the darling ensemble of homemade pajamas and blankies. Bare feet and growling tummies. Ramblings about their nonsensical dreams that go on and on. I could eat my kids for breakfast first thing in the morning.
When they add sunglasses to the look? Irresistible.
Norah and I sit quietly while they chatter and their spirits come to full wakefulness, munching toast and imagining the adventures promised by the rising sun. These moments remind me to breathe gratitude deeply into my self, to be surrounded by these beautiful tiny humans that keep me so busy and sleep-deprived.
These moments promise me that I can get through another day with patience and love and some fun thrown in.