Morning

Seven o’clock my alarm rings-

more dependable than any store bought item with the preprogrammed tune of fussing toddler.

I go to you to sit  and cuddle for as long as your older sister will allow, before  her morning caucophony chimes in to announce the start of a new day.

I hold you close; your warmth wrappping round  my heart, hand entangling in my hair.

We sit for awhile in this embrace, and then you stir.

The single word emanating from your lips pulls at my heart, signifying the undeniable connection between us…

“Cookies.”

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