Sunrise

Last night I started out in bed alone. (Daddy & D were camping with the Scouts- luckily it's very warm here in the west for Feb.)
But, at some point in the night, all 4 other children took turns waking me up. At maybe 5:30, I surrendered my bed to the two who were still there and decided to just go nurse the baby in one of their empty bedrooms. I hoped once I got her fed, I could go back to sleep.

But... our younger son followed me.
He was WIDE awake.
We chatted a while as I sat and held the baby.
He peered with wonder out the window, seeing an orange tint in the sky.
He wanted to watch the sunrise.
Realizing we didn't have the best view, we put on shoes & jackets and the three of us headed outside.
We walked to the trail the runs behind the next street over. We starred at the almost full moon. We watched the mountains to the west turn pink, then white. We smiled at the bundled baby. We guessed where exactly the sun would pop up. It was so fun watching his excitement as we spotted the first full rays of sunshine.
I marveled at the simple beauty of God's world and my son's sweet spirit.
And to think... I wanted to sleep.
I'm so glad I didn't miss that.