I was in that state between dreamland and reality. The pillow was still covering my face from the light... and the world. Just five more minutes. Five more minutes before I start all over again.
I hear foot steps coming up the stairs. It must be Ally. She often climbs into bed with me in the mornings to snuggle. I look forward to those mornings because I know someday I'm gonna miss her toddler giggles and remains of baby fat that fade with each passing day. But today is not one of those days. I peer out from the darkness to see a blurry, blond-haired boy standing at the end of my bed. This is new. This is the kid who is normally always last to get up. He's definitely not here to snuggle- not his thing. He's holding something in his hand.
"Mom, I made you breakfast in bed," He says almost without emotion. He practically tosses a piece of bread at me, no plate. "It's even gluten free." He says with a stoic voice. I look at my tiny piece of bread with an attempted, but failed effort to spread cold butter across the surface. Most people wouldn't think much of this. But somehow this is quite possibly the best breakfast I've ever seen.
"I would have made you eggs but we don't have any," Be still my heart.
He cares. He's thoughtful. He's loving. The heart is catching up.
