The Puddles

I hear the whispers, the gentle opening of the door, the quiet presence of someone standing right by my head staring at me, and  a quick push of my snooze button by an unknown hand right before my alarm goes off.  I am having a hard time keeping my eyes closed because I am so excited as to what is coming next.  The kids told me that they had a surprise planned.  Finally the oldest child wishes me a good morning allowing me to open my eyes and to acknowledge the gathering of children in my room.  Surprise.  They have made breakfast, wrapped presents, and best of all . . . all three were completely dressed and ready to go to church.  Madie organized the children.  Ben made the toast.  Ainsley picked the cups and counted the scoops of coffee to make sure it was the way mommy liked it.  Everyone climbed on the bed.  We opened presents. Ainsley asked if she could eat the toast.  Ben wanted to turn the tv on.  Madie told me the plan for the day.  It was so wonderful!  My children are so caring.  Nobody told them to do this.  Daddy hasn’t seen them since Wednesday morning, so he certainly didn’t do it.  Everything was homemade and by them.  It is one of these days that I will always remember.