delara, interrupted

Ever since I was a child, when I wake up in the morning, I am wide awake right away. No transition time, nothing. Eyes open, and I am ready for action. In my adulthood (is that what this is?) I am a bit more mellow in the a.m. primarily because I am so sleep-deprived most of the time. So it takes me a while longer to get up. In any case, there are still days when once the alarm goes off I get right up, dreams playing out their last frames as my eyelids open. Never mind that it's mostly out of anxiety that I have overslept and am now late for something.

At 5:04am today I was wide awake. Yes, we all know how completely bizarre that is for me. But it was lovely. I drank my 24 oz of water, ate my cereal and an orange, and began reading more from "Gems of Divine Mysteries" by Baha'u'llah. I can't put that down! The only reason I do is that it is so incredibly dense with meaning. Mystical and yet practical. Fascinating. As I read, I could hear the windchimes being ruffled by the wind outside, softly chiming. The sun was beginning its ascent. A soft blue washed the trees and bushes outside.

Then, the cutest thing happened. You know how kids look when they are sleepy and they get up to go to the bathroom or crawl into their parents' bed or get some water? That is EXACTLY how Paulie looked this morning when he came downstairs to eat. He walked down the stairs, deliberately and slowly, taking great care to remain balanced on his legs as if he were a newly born fawn. At the bottom of the stairs, he raised his hand to wave to me - his way of saying good morning, and he started walking toward the kitchen, hair disheveled, eyes mostly closed and puffy, body moving like he was drunk with sleep. It was just so adorable. I thought, this is what our little boy is going to look like but at half the size. It was just such a beautiful moment.