The Perfect Morning

We’re laying in bed, you’re holding me while I dream…
Slowly and ever so softly, you kiss me awake…
I open my eyes and immediately get lost in yours…
You smile so sweetly and we lean in to kiss…
Then we hear it, the sound of our bedroom door opening…
We smile as we see four pairs of eyes looking back at us…
All of a sudden, they start to laugh and climb in bed with us…
Just as we are getting settled, a soft voice whispers to me…
“Hit daddy with the pillow”, and I do…
That leads to you throwing a pillow at me, and a little boy yelling…
“Don’t hit my mommy!” then he tackles you…
Before we know it, all six of us are engaged in the ultimate tickle war…
But ten minutes later, it’s just you and me…
We are leaned up against the headboard, four sleeping children on our laps…
You ask me if I think we could sneak away, I say if we’re really quiet we might…
We climb out of bed with infinite slowness, and then make a break for the door…
Just as I turn the handle, you head back towards the bed…
And put a loving smile on my face as you cover up our children…
You take my hand and lead me out the door, not stopping until we’re on the porch…
Then you pull me into your arms and hold me while we watch the sun rise…
I look up at you and smile, you look down into my eyes…
And we come together for the perfect kiss…

by harley
posted on 05/27/2009