Six years of early mornings.
I'm extra tired and fuzzy this morning for whatever reason. I just didn't want to get out of bed, and even with a hefty dose of caffeine I'm having trouble getting my brain online.
The museling, of course, is the same perky chatterbox he always is, and he's the reason I'm up bright and early. I'm sure someday I'll miss the happy little kid he is now when he's turned into a surly teenager who never wants to leave his room, but today I wouldn't mind him wanting to sleep a bit longer in the mornings.
And yet, we just celebrated him being in our family for six years, and it's hard to be grumpy about having him cuddled up next to me as I struggle to wake up. I sometimes can't wrap my head around how so many people and procedures in two different countries had to line up in just the right way for the museling to be matched to us as our child.
Somehow we get to love this funny, smart, enthusiastic, curious, artistic, kind, absolutely darling little boy.
He amazes me every day with all that he can do, and even on mornings where I can barely keep my eyes open I'm so grateful for it.
The museling, of course, is the same perky chatterbox he always is, and he's the reason I'm up bright and early. I'm sure someday I'll miss the happy little kid he is now when he's turned into a surly teenager who never wants to leave his room, but today I wouldn't mind him wanting to sleep a bit longer in the mornings.
And yet, we just celebrated him being in our family for six years, and it's hard to be grumpy about having him cuddled up next to me as I struggle to wake up. I sometimes can't wrap my head around how so many people and procedures in two different countries had to line up in just the right way for the museling to be matched to us as our child.
Somehow we get to love this funny, smart, enthusiastic, curious, artistic, kind, absolutely darling little boy.
He amazes me every day with all that he can do, and even on mornings where I can barely keep my eyes open I'm so grateful for it.