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It's My Birthday--Day

It is officially (I miss spell officially every single time I type it...it is annoying.) my birthday-day.  Yay birthday day.  I was restless and didn't get to bed until like 11 last night, and because I had been going to bed at 7 or 8 and waking up at 4:30, this created a little bit of an issue for me.  Even though I went to bed at 11, I still started tossing and turning at 5.  Lame.  First sign that I am getting old--when you start waking up without an alarm.  Remember when I was child-free and could sleep until 10.  In fact, I think I spent a good year of my life not waking up before 10.  I specifically remember this time because I would always end up missing the 9:30 classes at the gym.

Haley finely decided to get her butt up around 7:30 (she slept from 7-7:30 last night which has become a common theme around hear.  I'll be the last to try to mess with a good thing.)  And the minute I pulled her out of her crib, she started pointing at her books saying "book...book...book...book."  So instead of rushing her in for breakfast, we sat down and read.  I read to her for 30 minutes, and she did not squirm once.  Now she is looking at the books interdependently.  I think and hope she is going to be a book worm.

But I thought---this is WAY better than sleeping until 10.  The best presents, are from God (salvation...helllooo?).  And I want to think that this morning has been a special present from God wrapped in the most beautiful bow.  Having an almost 18 month old is trying times.  And I bask in moments like this.  Her smile.  Her thirst for knowledge.  Those gifts are priceless.

Thank you God, for everything.    

This is what we do when we don't read books.  

I love this face. 



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