Jonah had crawled into bed with me on Saturday morning. I layed in bed listening to chirping song out my window, and quietly praising God for a sunny day and for birds that sing joyously. Jonah must not have been as impressed as I was. He asked me, "what's that noise?" I kinda smiled to myself and through sleepy tired eyes told him, "it's birds singing outside, baby." "Oh," he said, "they are loud."
I remember being a little sad at his lack of appreciation, but he's only 4. And they WERE loud. And they DID wake us up. But I can think of very few other ways that I enjoy being woken. Spring is almost here. And I am ready! :)
