My favourite part of the day is moments of solitude early in the morning,

The house shifting in sleep, only the indifferent glances of cats, questioning my choices in life

I slowly wake up, preparing for the day with caffeine and quiet.

Until the early morning solitude is broken by cries for mommy, or daddy,

He also wants this quiet time in the morning,

with warm snuggles and milk, soft cartoons on in the background while he crawls into the hollow under my arm.

I hold on to this moment, 

already it becomes fleeting,

The day passes,

I come home to the loud shrieks and arguements of three children close in age,

Willy-nilly they race around, running into themselves and each other, 

no quiet to be had until finally, 

night falls,

And they all go to bed, except him.

He snuggles into the crook beside my heart, and calm again falls on the house

I’ll hold on tight a little longer, enjoying my small companion