You Never Said Good Morning…
Mesmerized, 6 am, on my comfy-cozy sofa, staring into my laptop screen. I feel my girl-child settle into the blankets next to me. Transfixed, without averting my gaze and only somewhat conscious of her warm, sleepy presence, I instinctively lift my arm to snuggle her into my side.
We stare… the two of us.
After many, many moments, I turn to look at her… and she to me.
“You nevah said good mo-awning to me…”
I look down at her. She gazes up at me from her place, nestled into my armpit. I smooth her hair from her face and kiss her forehead. I can’t help but smile.
“Good morning.”
Credit to dooce and this amazing link, for some much needed early morning perspective….











