Friday, December 28, 2012

before the day begins


Each morning, a fuzzy-headed little hobbit finds her way into mama and daddy's bed.

They cuddle and whisper secrets,

and have not a care in all the world.

A little family of three lies peacefully under the covers as the day begins.

Freckles are kissed, noses are rubbed, and eyelashes are brushed against cheeks.

Love is exchanged here, in the big bed in the morning time.

These mornings are finite in number, but this bothers not the family of three.

For now, all that matters is that they are together.

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