Small mornings...


Waking up... staying in bed a few more moments (quietness, laziness....).

Going downstairs half sleeping to find a prepared breakfast on the table (thank you so much P, a quick kiss just to let you Know I appreciate you every morning).

Breakfast in silence, a ritual that strengthens our complicity.

Smell of coffee, I begin to awake...

Quick shower and pamper me and then go wake and dress my sweet boy...  angel sleeping face, even more beautiful when his eyes open, "Mamã". Full heart, I smile.

I breathe, the day starts to show its temper, the clock starts pressuring and we must go out soon. 


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