Reality.

Baby awake at 5:28am and refuses to find her way back to sleep. 

Back to back cups of coffee and evidence of the week scattered in the living room.  

(And on the table)  

(And on the countertops) 

Chilly morning and warm socks. 

Eldest wants to finger knit. 

Middle wants to paint. 

Baby wants to be held.  And put down.  And held again. 

Lists, laundry, clutter. 

Decisions to make.  Conversations.  Schedules.  

Prayers for enough Peace for yet another day.  

Whispers of Love and Redemption.  

Weary bones, circles under eyes, but a full heart.