True Love

There are many forms of true love. The one we think of most is between a guy and a girl. But I am enjoying the many ways that true love exists.

Most mornings I have to wake Anne Marie up. She's more of a late to bed late to rise kind of girl. But one day this last week someone did it for me. Henry had disappeared. And usually that means that he is up to something along the lines of "coloring" on one of the many canvases we like to call walls. Or he has found some lovely styrofoam to tear into little pieces or taken all of the used nursing pads out of the garbage. He's creative that way. However, on this particular day, he was up to more GOOD.






This is so much nicer than an alarm clock. Is this what it really means to be awakened by true loves kiss?