Our son has been an early riser from the minute he was born. He even woke me at 5:30am with contractions and made his debut before 8. Mornings are his thang. Doesn't matter if he goes to bed at 7 or 10 at night, he will rise with the sun (which is odd, considering he has blackout curtains and his room looks like midnight no matter what time of day it is;). I'm not gonna lie, I don't enjoy starting my day before 6am, but I had a realization the other day when we were having breakfast (ok, he was having breakfast, I was getting the coffee going as fast as I could). These mornings with him...they're not gonna last forever. I'm going to blink, and he's going to be in bed until noon, asking to borrow the car and never be seen again until curfew. This tiny little boy, who sits in the very same spot at the kitchen island, morning after morning, and props his Lightning McQueen blankie on the island top right next to him - he's going to grow up.
So while it's here, I'm going to pour that third cup of coffee and try my best to soak it all in.
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