This morning my husband and I awoke. This generally happens every morning.
Except we weren't awoken by a child crying or a child jumping on our bed.
No Adrian sprawled out horizontal between us.
In fact, strangely, our door was closed.
My husband rolls over and asked me what time it was.
I get out of bed and open the door. Adrian's room is across from ours. His door was wide open. I tiptoe quietly toward it expecting to see him sleeping peacefully, haphazardly covered in his blankets, cheeks pink, surrounded by his stuffed animals.
The bed was empty.
And then I hear something.
Little voices. Little boy giggles in fact.
Coming from somewhere....
I open the door to Finley's room and find them in his crib.
Big smiles! Bright eyes!
Then bouncing like maniacs when they saw me.
What a wonderful way to start the day.