Not Folger's in my cup.
First of all...
But, more importantly, how could coffee (and you know how I love my coffee) ever compare to the those sweet early morning moments when...
I walk quietly into the Babies' room and sit by their beds, soaking in their beauty.
I look at their cute feet, sticking out of their covers.
I smile at much they sleep like me--legs and arms everywhere--sometimes sideways across the bed.
I notice the way their hair falls across the pillow.
Emily usually stirs first--like she did yesterday morning.
The conversation is always amusing.
Yesterday, she seemed to confuse waking up with our nighttime routine. She asked if there was money for the piggy bank, followed by, "Mommy, we forgot to say our prayers. Who are we going to pray for?"
Then, there are the sleepy hugs. And breakfast requests...
I just love watching him wake--slowly and grumpily.
His arms start moving first, followed by his legs. Sometimes he moves into a full-body tantrum (usually when he's awakened against his will).
But, then there are morning like yesterday morning, when he wakes sweetly, when he gently croaks, "Morning, Mommy."
That's how long the magic lasts.
Once all the feet hit the floor, it's on.
And, I don't just mean the Keurig.