Ephraim just steals my heart sometimes. This morning I woke up to him just staring at me. He had been in our bedroom in the middle of the night, thinking it was morning and time for breakfast. I figured that he was wondering if it was morning yet. So I said to him, "You can go downstairs now Ephraim. It's morning."
"Oh, it wasn't that" Ephraim told me.
"Oh...ok. What is it then Ephraim?" I asked.
"You look beautiful in your pajamas Mama." And with that, he turned and walked away.
Is there a better way to start the morning? I think not.
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