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Early morning quiet, my favorite time of day, that stillness before the hustle. This day began like no other ever had; for me at least. It was a holiday, the usual morning rush would be exchanged for a nice relaxing morning of sleeping in. But… this day, my husband wasn’t going to work, but not because of a holiday, because of something more important. For me, the night had passed without sleep while I let him dozed a few times. I was the one who was busy; he my constant support. My son, a few weeks shy of two, slept peacefully in his room a few feet down hall. I had pulled many all nighters in my life. This one was different. I didn’t eat or drink any junk food to try to stay awake. There was no time left for last minute studying. I was preparing to begin a much different kind of final exam. I needed no help staying awake. My son became a big brother around 5:30 in the morning while he continued to sleep soundly. Tender is the image I’ll forever have in my mind of my daughter’s daddy holding her, eyes glued to her precious tiny face. He didn’t want to let her go, he was beyond joyful to be a daddy again. Tender is the face of my son coming in to see the little one I held; his new best friend who he showered with kisses.
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