I know how lucky I am to be able to stay at home with my kids. Trust me. I know that I'll have to go back to work eventually and my house will be nuts in the morning, so that is why I treasure these mornings.
It's gray, damp, and rainy. It's probably the first morning of this Fall that it is below 58 degrees, so it's a little chilly. The house is dark and we need to turn on lights to see what we're doing...yes, the dreaded Winter is coming. So, I cherish the fact that my kids are in their cribs right now waking up oh so slowly. We don't have anything to rush off to this morning (although there is a lot to get done with us leaving for vacation tomorrow and me totally behind on errands) and I've made the decision that I'm not forcing this awakening. I think Hailey is still sleeping...she usually sleeps later than Matt. She sleeps flat out on her tummy on top of her blanket (even though her toes are cold) or on her side, curled up around her lovey, Lala. Matt is awake though. He's rolling around in his crib with his lovey - Louie. God, he loves that thing...he's really starting to have an attachment to it and it scares the crap out of me. I make him leave it in the crib when he wakes up, but I swear, he'd carry that thing around in his mouth all day if I let him. The best part about being able to experience this morning is hearing the sounds. I know he's up there "talking" to Louie and doesn't have a care in the world. Oh...wouldn't that be nice?
I just wanted to capture this on a morning that eight years ago brought so much pain and destruction to so many people. I am so lucky to be in my safe house with my two kids who have brought me nothing but joy. May they never know firsthand the fear and devastation that was experienced on 9-11-2001, but may they realize what happened that day and how lucky we are to be able to have mornings like this. Never forget...WTC.