Wednesday, May 27, 2009
5:17 am: When Miracles Happen
A long, long time ago, miracles would happen at around 5:17 am. Despite the heavy carousing of the night before, miraculously, I would be crawling into my bed, dreaming of next weekend's gimmick.
Nowadays, miracles still happen at around 5:17 am. Only this time, it happened almost, ala Whitney Houston, all at once. Lucia, of course, is no stranger to the wee hours of the morning. In fact, in the Borra household, she practically invented the late-night, early-morning gimmick. Manuel and Juan, however, normally wake up a little later, a serendipitously scheduled awakening that allows their parents time to gently nudge them into the different activities that will help them get fed and ready for the day's activities.
Not today though. Miracles happen at around 5:17 am. And today, they all came crawling into our bed.
Life is good!
2 comments:
Nice ... life is full of miracles and pleasant surprises :-) Enjoy them!
Oh my god, such a cute picture!
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