My favorite time of day

In the morning, before everyone else wakes up, I sit here and sort of revel in the quiet. There's no cries for milk, no "she's touching me" from my 12 year old son (who happens to be the lone boy in a sea of girls), no running feet through the house, no cereal spilled on my recently swept kitchen floor...no "thanks, Mom" for fixing what's broken, no sweet sticky kisses from my Puckey, no toothless grins from my Jib, no "can I help you with...?" from my older kids, no call from my sweet husband to see how my day is going, no sitting at the table sharing a meal and some laughs with the kids, no hearing Puckey repeat just about everything she hears, no snuggling on the couch with one (or all) of the kids, no watching them play, no seeing the love in my Puckey's eyes for her big Bubber, no seeing the smile on my husband's face when he comes home and Puckey yells "DADDY!" and runs to be picked up...So then I sit here in the quiet waiting for my favorite time of day to come....when everyone else gets up!

Can you believe it, it's almost 8:45am and the only ones up are me and the Jib?!? (Well, Daddy's up too, but he's already gone to work :-( )