Mornings

My days start at 4 am. Johan usually wakes up at this hour and stays awake for two hours at the most: playing with me, shrieking in laughter as I’m tickling his tummy and chest and talking to me using gurgles as his language, with me talking back at him using the same gurglish-an tongue.

Today started off as the other days, when familiar sounds came from behind and this tiny-little-man-that-melts-my-heart-each-time greeted me:









My day has started.

And it started out right.

Good morning, sunshine!