When I think back on that, I see white.  My bedding was stark white sheets, the walls of the room was white, and the sunlight trickling in through the blinds was bright white.  The memory is like sinking into a large down bed, warm and enveloping.

Of course, mornings aren’t like that now.  My alarm goes off around five, at which point I either get up and hit the gym (NOT SO MUCH SINCE THE RESOLUTIONERS HAVE TAKEN IT OVER) or turn it off entirely and hit the shower.  Bryan’s alarm goes off at 6:30, at which point I’m usually up with the baby already, and he hits snooze a few times before heading into the shower.  I pass the baby off around 7:15 when Bryan’s making himself breakfast, and then I go get ready.  We may exchange a peck during the last chaos of exiting for the day.

But this morning was nice.

The baby, who hasn’t slept a night through in almost weeks, finally DID last night. (I think the rain easing up helped tremendously.) I turned off my alarm and actually fell back asleep.  When Bryan’s alarm went off, he hit the snooze button and I rolled over to him.  He held me to him, warm with that smell of sleep, and we both dozed.  We heard the baby begin to happily babble over the monitor, and the alarm went off again.  He hit snooze and we both smiled while hearing our baby talk to who knows what.  Almost half an hour we stole for ourselves, and then we got up to face reality.  Bottles to make, lunches to pack, diapers to change.

It wasn’t much, compared to what it used to be.  But it was still pretty damn awesome.