About two weeks ago Drew started saying something new when he woke up in the morning. “Mommy! I woke up another day!” The first thing I hear in the morning (well, the first thing after Ava crying to be fed) is his sweet little voice, genuinely excited to wake up another day. And I don’t know where he got it. We don’t say that to him and I can’t imagine where he would have heard it. It’s pretty cute, but also pretty powerful. At three years old, I find it hard to believe he realizes that we may not wake up another day. But maybe, after all he’s been through, he does get it. Maybe he does understand what a blessing each new day is and how lucky we are to be here to enjoy it.
Of course for Drew it means one more day to enjoy playing with his train table!