I crept into bed between my two sleeping angels, looking forward to a nice, long sleep. The next day is Sunday after all, and I am at my parents' after all, so I can wake up late.
What is it that they say about 'the best laid plans'?
Well, whatever it is, at around 5.30 in the morning, I felt the tiny little body on my left, start to stir. The first few gulps of breath that would be needed to launch the discordant notes of an eardrum-shattering wail, had just been inhaled. My little boy, then turned to his right and saw his mother lying there trying very, very despeartely very hard to go back to sleep. He leapt towards me, excitedly and happily shrieking, "Mamma, Mamma!" and flopped down with a huge thud on my tummy, truly knocking the wind out of my sails. The then put his head down on my ample bosom, sighed contentedly and said, "MY MAMMA". After he had filled me from top to toe with the warmth of his love, he lifted his head, looked straight into my eyes, flashed me a radiant smile and said, "My Mamma, goo' mawneeng!"
Yes, it certainly seems like it's going to be a good morning today!
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