Husband and I lie awake. The alarm has sounded, but we feel no rush to rise. We hear the light rain hitting the porch roof in a rhythmic pattern. So softly it comes down and we are almost whisked back to sleep...until a clap of thunder jolts me and our Girl shouts for daddy. Soon, she joins us in our bed, only to be followed by Boy who comes to nestle in beside us. I kiss his sweet, fresh morning cheek. Girl sniffles and wiggles in her quarter of the bed. Boy runs suddenly to the bathroom and then comes back to settle in again. We lay silently listening to the morning, half trying to fall back asleep and half enjoying the simple morning pleasure of a cozy bed. Husband and I revel in it as long as possible, knowing that the quietness of an early morning will soon resound into the chaos of a typical morning. I remind myself to document it, for such a rare occasion is a morning like this.