I snuck downstairs extra early this morning. I could hear the birds chirping out the window and see the sun starting to rise.
I put the tea kettle on, ready to make my chai tea. Opened up the curtains to let the early morning sunlight in. Was about to get my devotional out.
Foot steps on the stairs. Not one, but two, sets of footsteps.
How is it, that two children in completely different rooms, can sense their mother's happiness at some precious alone time and immediately wake up to crush it?