Most mornings, I leave her for work but never without giving her sleeping cheeks a kiss goodbye. Today, she woke up earlier than usual. About the same time as I did at 6am.
It was a bit hard to journal in peace with her sitting on my corner chair and chatting away but I didn’t mind. Her thoughts and her voice were my birdsong, a beautiful welcome to another day.
*Raven at 6 years old