Putting on my work boots

Grabbing the only thing I could find in the dark, my favorite jeans, slipping them on and tip-toeing out of the room, where my sweet husband lay asleep after doing the 3:ooam feeding of the twins.
I had forgotten how quiet the house can be.
The rooster has not even made his morning call and here I am wide awake and drinking my 2nd cup of coffee.
Everyone has adjusted remarkably well.
The girls fit in as easily as any of them have fit when we bring them home.
Their ears getting used to all the noise and laughter and their eyes gazing up at me when I feed them.
Their crying stops when I pick them up and nestle them close to my chest, they know I'll come.
The day almost ready to wake up and I go to my Father and ask for guidance and direction for this day.
I want my words to be kind and gentle.
I want my arms to be full.
I want my thoughts to be about others not myself.

I know I'll have to put on my work boots today. Scott will be going back to work, yet I'm up for a little work this is what I'm here for. Time like these:)

The sun is throwing his covers off. The rooster rehearsing his song "this is the day the Lord has made so let us rejoice and be glad in it".