Heavenly Sunday Morning

This Sunday morning, at a decent hour, we turned on the monitor to hear our little guy chatting away with himself. He sneezed and said "aaachoo." We couldn't help but giggle at that. He continued squealing and talking. When I went in to get him, he said, "papa?" Grandma and Grandpa C had come to visit and he was making sure they were still here. He gave me a kiss and said, "chichen" translated kitchen, and "milk." So we went to the kitchen to get our morning milk. We joined daddy in bed. Gavin tapped him lightly and rubbed his shoulder as if to wake him gently then said, "hewo, hi." Upon rolling over he got a kiss from Gavin and the day had begun. There is nothing better than waking up this way and I hope never to forget it.