I hear the pitter patter and whispers coming from the kitchen.  I try to go back to sleep but know it’s not going to happen.  Then I hear the excitement in their voices as they go about wanting to do something special for me.  I  hear the toaster… then the microwave and then “oh no that just spilt!”  Then I hear them coming.  I pretend that I am sleeping but I’ve already been blessed this morning by hearing their sweet conversations.  “Mom,” Emma says.  We have a surprise for you.  I open my eyes and am thankful for the gift of my children in the act of serving me.  I’m humbled and blown away.  This is what I see.

Now to try to figure out a way to make them think I ate it all.