Coffee on the porch

Yesterday morning, after the most-of-the-nighter, I woke up to sunshine streaming in the open windows and a funny toddler laughing at herself in her crib. I stumbled to the coffee pot to turn it on and went in to get the babe. Still in our jammies, we got a sippy of milk and a tall mug of coffee and sat on the porch.

It.was.perfection. She told me funny stories and pointed out birds and dogs and cars that passed. We snuggled. Avery danced and we both laughed.

I wish we could spend every morning doing just that.