Perfect

Alarm.

Snooze.

Alarm.

Snooze.

Alarm.

Oh, crap, I did it again!  Not running late, but now I've got to hurry.

Squeeze the blue gel onto the toothbrush while the shower's warming up.

Brush teeth.

Step in.

Warp-speed washing, shampooing, conditioning.

Faucet off, towel dry, run for bedroom...all in one single motion.

Time to stare blankly at the closet.

And then I hear it.  The angelic singing coming from the other side of the wall.  She's lazily getting up and letting us know about it in her own way.

While I'm still struggling to find any two pieces of clothing that match in my entire wardrobe, The Hubbs pays a visit to our little girl, bringing with him a new Pull-Up and a grin.

I can't help but smile while I pull what appears to be a pink blouse over my head.  I can't really be sure, because I'm still in a bit of a fog.  These early autumn mornings are tough.  Until I can get used to the fact that it will be dark out every morning when I get out of bed, there's, well...let's just call it a period of adjustment.  And it ain't pretty.

Sitting on the edge of the bed to put on my socks, I turn and smile.  The Princess has catapulted herself onto the bed with me and is kneeling behind me, hugging my neck with a smirk plastered on her beautiful little face.  Her hair is enormous, bangs sticking out in every direction while the rest of it does its very best to mimic a lion's mane.

I turn her around and take her in my lap.  She giggles and holds on tight.  I kiss her cheek.  She puts her mouth against my cheek, just for a tiny, fleeting second.

My heart swells.  I can't remember a more perfect morning.