This morning, I woke up before Avery.
Let me just say that again:
I woke up.
I got up and went to the bathroom.
Then I had a cup of coffee.
I was sure it would never be done before she woke up.
But it was.
I poured myself a cup, stirred, savored. Still no peep.
I went and felt her chest (again). Yes, she was still breathing. Still just sleeping peacefully.
I smirked. What new miracle is this? Am I actually going to do the crossword too??
Went out to get the paper, and settled in, watching her out of the corner of my eye.
What was that?
Was that movement? I looked over. Nothing. Turned back to the paper.
And up popped a tousled little head, peaceful, turning to look for me, eyes already anticipating another day of life.