morning

This morn he grabbed my hand and led me to the front door. Daddy had just left. There were tears. But there was a messy post-breakfast kitchen too. And a mama in pajamas. So I opened the balcony door and grabbed my coffee. The trucks, the big ones, come out in the morning and you should see and hear this boy when a big garbage truck passes. To him it's the greatest show. Plus there is the exercise class in the building across from ours. Usually Eli doesn't notice, but they were doing some leg exercises that caught his attention and I'm pretty sure I saw a little boy put his own leg up in the air to mimic. So here we are, just soaking in the cloudy morning on our ghetto balcony (sand everywhere, basket of plastic sand toys, bike trailer, random chair), loving it--and celebrating that its Friday!