happily ever after moments...

i love the magical early morning moments. the house is still, the sun shines through my blinds and my room glows. soft pillows and comforting quilts are found and re-positioned and the day is before me. full of moments yet to be filled. i can hear early noises. sometimes, it's the chimes of game boys played undercover. sometimes, it's quiet giggles. sometimes, it's the heavy breathing of a child who successfully achieved their night-time mission of joining us in our bed. my prince, off to mine our jewels. me, home enjoying our treasure. i am a dreamer. my favorite dreams are morning dreams. i love to pray, and cherish, and dream my days... i know that my early morning plans are fairy tales. i know that happily ever after moments are much more real than once upon a time... but still i dream. today, just once upon our time... our clothes will be hung, our floors will be mopped, our piles magically disappear... we will wear wand crafted fairy godmother clothes, we will ride in twinkling coaches... we will craft our memories in books we can read over and over, we will sing and play the piano and enjoy the violin. our babies will crawl, our children will laugh... our meals will be lovely and yet our kitchen will sparkle. the village will join us for dancing and play. we won't stay in our jammies or be home all the day. we'll capture the wolf, we'll slay some dragons... we'll sing with the trees, we'll fly with eagles, we'll ride white horses, we'll dance like the wind, we'll climb every mountain... (well, maybe we'll see a mountain...) our bunnies will talk, our beds will be made by the birds... i love to dream my days. but, i don't mind happily ever moments either. the troops gather... i hear more and more whispered plans. the refrigerator is opened and closed the bowls clang, the cereal poured and poured and "oh man!", spilled across the floor... footsteps, and then, "MOM, You wake?" i smile and turn to see sleepy creases and rustled hair and fists rubbing eyes, "Mom? Can i have a pop-sik-el? puleeeeez. i'm vury hungry." i can't resist. i gather sleeping beauty in my arms and cuddle her into bed. sweet morning moments. oh, she's precious. but, cold. and wet. "Mom," she whispers, "I had an ak-si-dent."

ahh. happily ever after. i know. i am living my fairytale.

image from Dina Goldstein, Fallen Princesses