Pillow Talk

This is an unrelated picture--but so cute I had to post it.
Max, James, J.T. and Travis--they just decided to have a costume party one day and I thought, "Sure! Why not?!"

This morning was blissful. It was gray and rainy outside as I nuzzled my face into my soft, feather pillow and before I knew it a sleepy eyed, chubby cheeked five year old came toddling into my room with his own treasured pillow in hand.
I tucked him under the covers next to me and smiled to myself...happy, peaceful...no deadlines, no pressing errands---just time.
After a few moments of silence I asked James if he would scratch my back (having my back scratched is on the tip top of my list of favorite things). He said, "Sure, Mom."
His sweet little boy hands proceeded to scratch my back (which was more like a back tickle than a hearty scratching). He continued for several minutes without a single complaint when I said, "James, did you know that having my back scratched is one of my favorite things in the whole world?"
His matter of fact reply was immediate, "Well, Mom! Didn't you know that I'm the scratching machine?!" I laughed and a few more minutes passed when he said, "But Mom, my arm is getting really tired."
At this point I heard another pair of little feet in the hallway...this time it was Max carrying all of his gear including: pillow, "C" (silky blanket), booka (Nuk), and musical teddy. He crawled into bed on the other side of me creating the perfect "Mommy Sandwich."
I think every day should begin just like this.