Good Morning

It is 0700- glancing out my kitchen window
I see neighbors passing by taking their children to school.
It is a cold and rainy wet outside.
I pour a cup of coffee and take a sip,
still in my slippers.
I hear giggles upstairs as the twins awaken
and are deciding if it is okay to come downstairs.
My 8 yr old wanders in the kitchen,
gives me a kiss and goes to snuggle under a blanket on the couch.
Twins do finally come down in full spirit hugging everyone.
Daddy appears- showered and dressed for work.
Kisses and hugs and Daddy is off.
We, on the other hand, are home.
Home.
No rushing to get dress, no rushing to get breakfast,
no rushing to find homework, no rushing.
Breakfast is made at leisure, getting dressed delayed.
This is how we start our mornings.
We have a natural rhythm to our mornings, no clocks are attached.
How does our rhythm look, what is it filled with?
Well,
-with breakfast
-with the usual morning chores
-with free play time
-with circle time of reading, singing, snuggling, and sharing
-with more free play time for the younger ones
-with creative writing, reading, and math for the older one
-with outdoor biking and dirt digging
-with maybe just a little baking or art making
and maybe still in our slippers,
home.
Some say they would go crazy being with their kids all day every day.
Well,
just call me crazy then,smiles.
Many blessings.