I think I have written about it before.
But weekend mornings we have a tradition…if you can call it that.
Everyone hops in mommy’s big bed and we hang out until the rest of the world wakes up.
Which is normally around eight by my estimation.
We play games on the phone.
Feed the baby.
And drink milk.
These are the moments I think that I need to cherish.
There is nothing particularly special about these mornings.
But I know they are precious.
But Mary treasured up all of these things and pondered them in her heart.