As I closed my eyes and shifted to the other side of my head for just a few more minutes of precious sleep, I heard it. It wasn't the sound of the door and shuffling of feet to let me know I would soon be awoken by my "morning person" toddler. It wasn't the sound of my Love's coffee pot grinding fresh beans to fill his cup. Instead, it was the sound of two little boy voices, finding each other in the dark, breaking the silence of sleep in order to reclaim the commeraderie that perhaps they had left behind in their dreams.
The sweet sound of brother talk and laughter drifted into my room, and it was a lovely way to begin a day.
I was instantly thankful for their friendship, for their kinship, and for our small house that meshes them together in the same bedroom. As a smile stretched its way across my face, I asked God for it to always be so.