I’ve barely finished my coffee. The big ol’ cup I drink from each morning has a picture of Grumpy the dwarf and says I hate mornings!
I close my Bible after reading Psalm 102. The heading said A Cry for Help.
Yes Lord, I need that.
And it hits me, in verse 18 king David is praying for me, he’s praying for you. Incredible.
That’s when the siren’s start.
“Wee-ooo, weee-oooo!” And sock clad feet come tumbling down the stairs.
Excuse me while I kiss a freckled face little man, er’ I mean fireman.
And following shortly after him I hear the clomp of dress shoes and she emerges, a pair of pretty shoes, swishy workout pants and a pajama shirt. Her hair tousled, several unruly curls standing up on end and a mat of fuzz in the back where she lay on her pillow.
Oops, I delayed and now she’s streaking through the living room and the baby knows he’s been left, clinging to the rail of his crib.
And the questions begin and the barage of random conversation. He is the reason I need to start the coffee early.
“Mom, I know what will happen if you break a chord.” He stares into my tired eyes with wonder. “It will like, lightning your hand or something.”
I raise my eyebrows and wonder where he’s going with this.
“Speaking of. Can I have a peanut butter rice cake?”
That’s my cue.
She is back upstairs trying on something new, crowing like a rooster, then singing a “Got It” song.
This is my real.
This is my glorious life.
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