“Turn it off!” she mumbles.
“I can’t turn off the sun, sweetheart. And your kids want to wish you a happy Mother’s Day.”
She turns over and notices our two kids for the first time.
“Oh, that’s very sweet,” she says, kissing one and the other. She turns to the nightstand.
“Waffles and orange juice? You spoil me.”
“I made the waffles!” Danny claims. I smile. He helped mix the batter.
“Wow!” Elia says. She ruffles his hair lightly. “Amazing.”
Myrla has her thumb in her mouth, but she takes it out to ask, “Like it?”
“Yes, I like it, Myrla.”
I wish I could put a picture frame around this moment and immortalize it forever. In this bed, the most important people in the world are gathered in one spot. And I move in to kiss Elia on the forehead, I know that nothing could ever compare to this.