Want to know what used to get me out of bed in the morning; what I used to dream about waking up to? COFFEE. I am sure I'm not alone. It was the best part about waking up. It can take a while to break a habit, but somehow this one was easy to give up knowing that my new addiction would give me more than a morning buzz. For all of us coffee drinkers, it may be hard to imagine that Folgers is no longer in my cup, and I traded in my caffeinated oil slick for something that's not as rich or bold. It's tamer and sweeter.
The best part about waking up, now, is watching my baby sleep. Granted, that doesn't happen every morning, as he's usually the one getting me up, but when my dreams come to an end before his, it's like I'm dreaming all over again seeing that precious baby face—those perfectly cured lashes, velvet soft cheeks, eskimo-kissable nose, rosy lips, and hands resting so peacefully next to his head.
Watching my love sleeps reminds me of a Psalm that my first grade teacher had us memorize. She profoundly shaped my young, creative mind and put many lessons to song—Psalm 23 was one of them. "The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing. He leads me besides quite waters, he refreshes my soul...my cup overflows...surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life."