I pray that my alarm is kind and somehow stops the world from spinning for 5 extra minutes of rest.
I pray that the coffee is strong and resilient.
I pray that this little boy has this much energy through his day of learning, as he did through half the night.
That he’s open-minded today. And willing to try.
To try new tasks.
I pray for help to remember all the things.
Snacks for reinforcements.
To get to every place I’m needed, safely.
And maybe even on time, God willing.
And all through the day, I pray that this littlest love of mine knows just how loved he is.
That he knows that every morning, those 5 extra bonus rest minutes or not, I will be here. For him. For us. To do all that we need to do.
That we GET to do.
Because my biggest prayer of all was answered, the day I got to be his Mommy.
…Also, one more prayer for more coffee. Yes, coffee.
Happy Monday, party people. If you’re on the struggle bus today (or any day) just know I’ll always be there to greet you on it. You’re not alone.