On Saturday morning Kalani was up at 5:30. In fact, every single morning since I wrote this he’s been up before 6am.
We got up, had breakfast, then I sat on the couch with my coffee while he played with his box of blocks (trying saying “box of block’s” really quickly 5 times in a row!).
And as I sat there watching him build his towers up higher and higher I realised that I was content. Happy. It had only just gone 6am, it was a Saturday morning, I was up far earlier than I should have been, but I was really happy. Happy just observing Kalani play and chatter away to himself.
It was one of those moments. The ones that you hold on to and remember for a long time afterwards. They don’t have to be earth-shatteringly different or amazing, they’re just special.
It was one of those moments. The ones that you hold on to and remember for a long time afterwards. They don’t have to be earth-shatteringly different or amazing, they’re just special.
Really special.
Then Kalani walked over and spat out some apple peel into my hand.
*special moment over*
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