I'm still not anything close to a 'morning person,' but I find myself enjoying the quiet, still hours between when Baby Savant wakes up and when Mr. Savant blusters through the house getting ready for work.
We listen to music and snuggle and smile and giggle, though languidly, waking up gradually. It is these moments I hold close and secretive, not wanting to let anyone else into this imperfect, precious heaven I now live every morning.
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