Boys At Dawn.
Mood:  crushed out
Today, for some reason, they both woke up at 6 a.m. That is a huge disruption to my routine, but today I was so glad they did it.

Matt opened his eyes, climbed right out of bed and followed me to the bathroom. He has my fine hair, and he gets the most tremendous cases of bed-head; it was sticking up at all different angles. And there he stood, grinning at me and saying "Mommy! Mommy!" while I peed, like he hadn't seen me in weeks.

Sam woke up next, and the two of them played with their Daddy while I got ready for work. And we dressed them in their sweaters, and carried them outside, and tucked them into the car, and their Daddy kissed them goodbye. On the way to day care, Sam started to cry: He didn't want to go to day care. He would miss me too much. And I turned around and looked at the two of them, and my heart melted. Again.

Never in my life, before having these boys, have I found such pleasure in little details and routines. Thank God for them. I can't wait to see them tonight.