Friday, November 6, 2009

This morning.

Fiona crabbin' out of bed, zombie-walks to the kitchen, "Mama?" I answer with a query about what she'd like for breakfast. Get my leg hug, then she takes me by the hand over to the couch, "You need a cuddle sweetheart?"

Even if I did have plans this morning, this was a better way to start the day than any other.