Some mornings when I am up long before most people (today was 5am, unlike the last two mornings when it was 4:30am). On these mornings, I could definately be grumpy and miserable because I am lacking in a basic human need of sleep. But, I am not. This is the time that my little guy has decided to get up. It has been this way since he was born. Occaisionaly I catch a break, but for the most part it is in the 5am range. It is while we are spending this time together, eating breakfast, sitting by the fireplace (it is chilly today) sipping our coffee and juice, and watching fun cartoons that I am reminded of how blessed I truly am. This little person that sits beside me is such a hoot, with his own little personality and funny ways he has to have his blanket and juice tucked under his arm. The little stories he tells me, even though I don’t always understand them, the way he plays nicely with our two big dogs, even though the rest of the day is spent torturing them. It is absolutely the best time of the day! I am truly blessed and I am truly thankful.