I woke up early this morning, before anyone else, to drink my coffee in the blinding morning light and to write/work on a few things. Then, I heard a noise coming from behind me. Someone was heading to the bathroom…
…thinking it was PJ, I made him a quick cup of coffee so it would be ready for him when he got out. A minute later I heard someone behind me, so I turned around to tell PJ good morning. Only, it wasn’t PJ. It was little brother!
I gave him the biggest good morning hug I could and he immediately asked for cereal, so I poured him a bowl of their favorite as of last week (Fruity Pebbles) and we sat at the new island in Holiday House’s kitchen (that is currently being torn apart and put back together) and had a little breakfast date, just the two of us.
And it was very, very nice.