Breakfast

I woke up this morning to a wonderful sound. Not my alarm. Not my dog barking out the window. Not any earthly noise at all. I heard laughter coming from down the hall. I heard sisters sharing a single bathroom. I heard footsteps and commotion, but all of it good. So good.

Three sisters, ages 12, 10 and seven. All getting ready for school. All using the same bathroom, the same box of cereal, the same mirror. I laid there in my bed and listened. Usually, I have to say, I will awaken to my alarm; rouse the ladies and set out the breakfast. Depending on their response to my initial efforts, I am pretty loud about the second attempt. Not this morning. Today I was treated to just lying in my own bed and enjoying their giggles. I don't know about your house, but, we don't usually have giggles at 6 am.

When I did venture out, I found three perfectly outfitted young ladies, complete with socks, shoes and straightened hair, just finishing up their cereal. As they headed out, I complimented them on the start to our day. Not just their day, but, our day. A great start. They even put their bowls in the sink. I just love my ladies.