Mornings

It's no secret that I LOVE sleep. Getting out of bed each morning is the biggest challenge I face each day.
Daniel has battled with it. He tries to sweetly wake me up at least 10 times each morning, but he usually leaves the house frustrated — I am still buried under layers of blankets and pillows as he slams the door.
But this morning was different, and for no particular reason. I stumbled out of bed a little easier. I opened the curtains in the bedroom to let a little light in. I took a second to watch the cows munch grass on the other side of the fence.
Caleb also woke up in a good mood. He made sweet babbling sounds as he waited for me to come get him out of his crib, quite a change from his usual screaming. He let me change his diaper and clothes before requesting his morning bottle. He laughed and kicked his feet when Ashby (our newly acquired outdoor cat) greeted us outside.
Maybe I'll rethink my attitude about mornings.