Mornings can come too soon, with grumpy faces from still-tired children, and cries for milk from the toddler I am trying to wean…but some mornings come in peace. Those mornings, when I can roll away and out bed without waking the baby, are bliss. I love sleeping baby and child faces. They are so perfect, pure, kissable. I just adore them.
“…there is something holy, something divine hidden in the most ordinary situations, and it is up to each one of you to discover it.” St. Josemaria Escriva, Passionately Loving the World
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