Good Morning Boys

Rising from the depths of slumber, before my eyes open, my mind begins to ripple. I search out the warmth of my husband, most times finding he is up before me. Then I compose thoughts of my boys, what they need, where are they going, the way they looked the day before. My Nick sleeps somewhere else now, working, going to college. I think of how quickly he grew out of his red high tops and I wonder what book he's reading now. My Nolan is an early riser, like his dad. He is loud and happy, ripping any semblance of sleep from my mind. Nash drags himself from the Land of Nod, eyes closed walking to the shower, exhausted from growing in the night. Nemo cracks an eye open, watching, not wanting to struggle against the morning chill, but not wanting to miss anything either. I pray before my feet hit the ground, "Lord watch over my men, they are precious, thank you for another day with them". God is good, always.