Friday Morning

It's seven thirty.
Caroline is still snoozing and showing no signs of stirring anytime soon.
Sam woke us up by running into our room at five fifteen, turning on the light and yelling, "Hi Mama! Hi Dada!"
He was able to fall back asleep.
We were not.
So now Sam is listening to Gordon Lightfoot and reading Thomas the Tank Engine.
I'm happy to have some time to breathe.