9(ish) Days. Part 1...
Single digits.
The day broke early, and never stopped. There is something amazing about awaking to the sounds of the soft pitter-patter of a toddler. Opening my eyes to see the tussled hair, sleepy eyes, and happy smile. A wisper escapes the smile “Daddy,” as he goes on his toes “Mommy sleeping?”.
“Yes my sweet boy, mommy is still sleeping. Should we go watch trains?”
In a flash, the sleep…