Sunday morning I woke up at 8:03am. I can’t quite remember the last time I slept until 8am. I thought my husband had gotten up with the girls, but then I realized he was still snoozing too.
I walked downstairs and found my girls content on the couch. Emma had put on a show for Morgan and she was doing Lexia on the iPad.
What might not seem like a big deal was monumental to me. We had graduated out of the baby years.
My babies were able to get up and entertain themselves until we got up. I might have had a tear come to my eye. No, not tears of sadness, tears of JOY.