This morning I heard little giggles, and the pitter patter of feet running around.
I heard someone banging around the kitchen looking for muffin tins and tea cups.
I heard questions and answers, the retrieval of hidden gifts.
I heard a small voice asking if I was awake.
I felt a kiss on my cheek.
This morning was the stuff dreams are made of.
I am a blessed woman.
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