It was still dark outside when I rolled over and came face-to-face with a smiling little boy. A little boy that was way more awake than I’d like at 6AM. I was waiting for him to shout his trademark morning command of “Get Up,” but instead he smiled and said, “You look pretty today, Mommy.”

And then my grumpy little heart melted and I decided getting up wasn’t so bad.

I’d like to say my morning continued on this same sweet path, but it quickly dissolved into a breakfast meltdown over silly things like turning on the wrong light and asking for yogurt, bread and an egg and then just eating peanut butter out of the jar. At one point I crawled back in bed to hide. It didn’t take him long to find me and stand by the bed, crying in my face and screaming “Wipe my tears off!”

It’s this thing he does lately when he has a screaming crying tantrum- he wants me to wipe his tears off.

So I got out of bed for the second time, gently wiped his tears away (with a slightly dirty sock, but he doesn’t know that) and tried to get back on track for a good day.

It’s now 8:15 AM and the reason I have time to write this is because he’s running around naked and refusing to get dressed after vetoing everything I pulled out of the closet.

I just wanted to remember that moment when my day started with such a sweet little sentiment. Good Morning world. You look pretty today 🙂

Good Morning!