Mornings

Sunlight was streaming through the window. I was woken by cuddles and kisses from my love. Slowly, we got out of bed. Our usual routine began. He smiled with amusement as I got distracted with the ant I found in the bathroom. The kettle was boiled. We sipped our cups of tea. Breakfast was eaten. We had time to spare, looking for ways to fill it when we needed a break from our work. It was quiet. It was peaceful. Just like all our mornings, it was filled with love and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

A few weeks later . . .

The sun was yet to rise. I was woken by the sound of my alarm. Quickly, I got out of bed to stop the noise. Baby girl started to grumble. I got a quick kiss from my love. He changed baby’s nappy as I got ready to start her morning feeding. Our usual routine began. My love and I smiled with amusement as baby girl wriggled around on her playmat, showing off her latest tricks. The kettle was boiled. My tea went cold. My tea was reheated. It went cold again. Breakfast was eaten at midday. We had no time to spare. We found ways to give each other a break from our work. It was only quiet when baby slept. Yet, it was still peaceful, hearing the sounds of family life. The cries, the giggles, the coos. Just like all our mornings, it was filled with love and I wouldn’t have it any other way.