Early Mornings

"We had better go take our seats, the show is going to start." I say.  We begin walking through the massive theater, I am astounded at how huge it is.

"Mommy! Mommy"-- the call wakes me from my dream.  I reluctantly roll over and look at the clock.  My mind can't yet process what the two hands pointing at fully mean, I just know it is early, too early.

I roll out of bed and head to Ryder's room, he is sitting up on his bed, rubbing his eyes.  5:59 AM his clock reads.

"Oh look, it isn't 6 yet, I say pointing to the first number, so lay back down and sleep a little more."

Thankfully, he doesn't really know the other numbers yet and doesn't realize if he just held out a tiny longer that first number would be 6.

I wrap him back up them stumble back into bed.  My eyes are closed before I even hit the pillow.

"Mommy, Mommy!"  I hear again.  I roll and peer at the clock-6:15, I know his wake up is inevitable now.

I shuffle back into his room, trying to wake the sleep from my eyes.

"It's 6 now!" he says as soon as he sees me.
"Yep, it's six now" I say trying to smile.

He reaches out for me, I scoop him up and he gives me a big hug.

It's going to be a good day.... early morning and all.