birds of a feather

The little guy rose from his slumber just before 5 AM this morning, which, as you can imagine, wasn't of my choosing. Nevertheless, as my wife wisely pointed out yesterday, he almost always wakes up happy, and, for that, we're truly grateful. The truth is, I do enjoy these quiet moments with him in the morning. He doesn't need as much attention, he's not yet totally wired, and he gets to bask in some quality one-on-one time. I get to tell the little guy how special & amazing he really is, and he gets to bask in the glow of unconditional love. My kind of morning...