So here I am, awake long before dawn with my oldest boy, Caleb. We are upstairs so Luke can sleep in a little on his only real day off- thats right, it's Saturday- Caleb is begging for a "cool tent"
Soon I find myself sliding the couches together to make a huge bed. Caleb is a little surprised, and a LOT excited. We carefully drape a large blanket over the top of the couch and climb underneath, it's still dark outside and Caleb is bouncing around in the blankets diving in and out over the armrests. I, on the other hand, am sprawled across the longest couch, hoping Caleb might tire himself out soon and sleep. That hope lasted all of 3 and 1/2 minutes. Dawn is just breaking as Caleb and I find ourselves cuddled under our makeshift tent squinting to make out the words and pictures from a pile of books we have amassed in front of us. Caleb is whispering, "ball, doggie, birds, app-ee, oh, appLE, basket, fows (flowers)" I am so proud of his vast and quickly developing vocabulary. I smile and tell him good job... and nice whispering. Then I think to myself... I am the luckiest mom in the world.