Earlier this week I was awoken around 6:30 a.m. by my 2 1/2 year old shouting, "It's pink momma, it's pink! It's pink momma, it's pink! It's pink momma, it's pink!"
When I finally couldn't take it anymore, I rolled over and asked, "What's pink, Owen?"
Seeing his excitement in the sunrise that morning turning the cloud outside of my window pink made getting up before the birds not all that bad on that particular day...if only we could always view each day through a child's eye!