I have always liked the idea that miracles exist. When I had each of my boys, I felt the closest that I ever have to believing in miracles. Their little bodies materializing from mine seemed amazing. Yet, beyond that, I have not witnessed many miracles. I have never walked on water, turned water into wine, or even parted a sea.
But this week, Andrew made me a believer in miracles.
You see, Andrew has always been an obscenely early riser. Having Andrew appear at my door at 6am on the weekend is not uncommon. His body just works that way.
However, this Thursday, a miracle occurred. He slept in.
I don't mean a little bit-- like 7 or 8. I mean, slept in.
I had to go and wake him up at 9:15 because he had a swimming lesson at 9:30. He was groggy and didn't want to move.
Yes, I took a picture of him sleeping. I couldn't help myself!
As I watched him slowly rouse from the bed and I glanced at the clock, I smiled because I knew that I had just witnessed greatness. Who knows? Maybe next week I can get water from wine (maybe the other way would be better...)
Yes, I took a picture of him sleeping. I couldn't help myself!
2 comments:
OMG! Matthew is the same way - EVERY morning, same time, no matter what day of the week or what time he went to bed. You've given me hope! :)
Wonders! Did you get to sleep in too?
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