Day 67 in 2023

First there were the very young years when mornings came too early and too energetically. Then came the homeschooling years when mornings started at our cue but always had me on the go go go. Now the mornings are early, but quiet and usually serene with the occasional “You’re Going to be late!” thrown in. Where once he was always right there needing me, now I have to look around corners to find him, lost in his own world. Slowly my role recedes. I wouldn’t have it any other way, but someday soon (after sleeping in) I will be missing this.