Start every day with a hug.
That's practically a rule around here. As the little guys drag themselves from the warm embrace of their blankets, they head right for Mommy, and another warm embrace.
It's still dark. I'm at the computer, sometimes the only light in the room, and a slight shadow steps closer, presents himself for inspection.
"Good Morning Sunshine!" I sing out, sometimes with more enthusiasm than others, as I get down on my knees for a full-on mommy-hug. Sometimes the Peanut only mumbles a sleepy "Good morning" in reply, but always with a hint of a smile. And the Pumpkin, well, he may climb aboard for the full body cuddle, but there's no smile. More of a whine, the beginnings of "I waaaant ..."
How much longer will they go along with this little ritual? The Peanut is already taller than me in the hug position. The Pumpkin is getting too big for my lap, but somehow still manages to spend as much time as possible there. I simply adjust to their growing stature.
I tell myself, this will never end.
I hope it never does.