The next morning Scarlett startles me as she grips my arm. "Hey Momma, it's daytime. Time to wake up!" She chirps.
I stir and slowly open my eyes while blinking through the blur; I squint and cover my face from the rays of sunlight glistening through the blinds. I sit up and glance at her, then over at the clock. As my eyesight comes into focus, I can see it's nearly 8:30 am. "Okay, baby, Momma will get up. Do you want me to make you breakfast?"
"Yes, please." She responds while bouncing on her knees, excitedly on top of the bed.
"Give Momma and Daddy a few minutes, and I will make us some breakfast."
"Okay, Momma." She cheerfully replies as she then focuses her attention on John Luke. "Morning, Daddy. It's sunny outside. Time to wake up!"
He stretches his arms up over his head and fl
