Early Sunday Morning

The house is quiet. The sun is rising. Moved to the couch because too many kids wanted in our bed. A little one is snuggled up by my side – confidently drifting back to dreamland. Another one takes her place on the other couch – resisting the hypnotic lull of the fan’s quiet murmur. The light outside slowly turns the grey into vibrant colors. The heater turns on to signal the seasonal shift. My mind wanders to the week ahead, but quickly returns to the sounds of our waking home. Life is grand and I am truly blessed.