Our alarm clocks went off at the same time that morning.
His, the gravelly, staticky musical sounds of a small radio alarm.
Mine, a tiny prince calling to me from the confines of his bedroom.
He reached over to end the drone of white noise guised as music - and i - roused myself from our bed as that clear baby voice called me again and again by my most familiar name... "Mama!"
When i came back, treasure in arms, he was already in the shower - so baby and i slipped for a moment under blankets to find the comfort he kept asking for.
A breath, a moment - a sweet beginning as the hot water steamed up the bathroom, and the traffic began to pick up outside.
Morning rages -
afternoon flies on wings -
evening passes like a storm in July.
Our work calls to us - one wobbly note at a time.