The alarm is persistently ringing.
She just doesn’t want to get up yet.
The pillow is soft and blanket is comfortable.
It is Friday. Last work day of the week for her.
She squints and opens her eyes.
The face of the man she loves greets her.
Breathing heavily as he sleeps and wanders in dream land.
She studies his face and lips.
She leans forward and quietly kisses those lips that give her and her son much needed daily supply of strength and love.
Alarm rings again. This time the baby monitor gives out a cute cry.
She gets up, goes to the bathroom to brush her teeth.
She drowsily proceeds to the milk station and prepares his son’s favorite drink to start the day.
She ties her hair in a knot as she approaches the little man’s bedroom while shaking the milk bottle.
Her little bundle of joy is sitting up playing with his fish toys.
She gives him a good morning greeting filled with love while her hands and arms are raised up in the air.
Her son smiles and starts to get up to welcome her embrace.
And the day begins to unfold for her.
Soon she will leave for work and pray the day goes fast.
She can’t wait to be home again.