Sunday mornings have become really sweet to me. I used to feel irritated about getting up early with my little people, but they are such a treat that I can't help smiling. Every morning, after both of them are awake, we snuggle up in the recliner with juice (and coffee for me) and a few books. Today Lucy and Milo were extra chilly, so we brought blankets as well.
Anyway, Sundays are special because after book time I pack these little people up in their pjs and take them to get donuts (because I try not to be a crazy health-food pusher all the time). One of my former students works the drive-through, and we look forward to seeing her every week. I'd like to think the feeling is mutual.