Memories

It's 6:30 in the morning

I've got my creamed up coffee, hot and routine

the hubs is gone for his workout

I peeled myself off the sheets this morning looking forward to time for reading, writing, some news-watching,

it's the few minutes of darkened quiet I get each day

but it's far from quiet already today.

The two oldest munchkins are making noises in their bedroom.

And I don't just mean little noises,

it's a serious ruckus.

They do this every morning, 

screeching, squealing, giggling, bouncing, 

really anything as long as it's silly and absurd. 

And loud.

I can't help but sigh at their level of energy this early in the morning

but, really, it's probably where most of their childhood memories will be rooted.

And I think I just heard someone fall out of bed.

It's a wild, noisy, unpredictable, exhausting, confusing, frustrating journey

this parenting thing 

we're in the middle of.

But, oh, I couldn't be more blessed, more thankful, more humbled

to be in the hairy thick of it.