There's something more blissful about enjoying a quiet cup of coffee in the morning when my babes are upstairs sleeping as compared to when I'm home alone. I realize it's a stolen moment of peace, indeterminate and precious, which I treasure on those rare mornings they sleep longer than I do.I hear some stirrings upstairs and know they'll come traipsing downstairs soon. And so I gaze at the flurries dancing in the sunrise and pray that the peace I feel in this moment will stay with me through the day.
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