Mornings

I hate getting up early.  Despise it.  But when I wake up at 5-6 in the morning and go into Jax's room to feed him and I'm the first thing he sees and he has a grin from ear to ear and gets his little giggle on, or I see this little angelic baby sleeping so soundly with his little hands under his chin or with all extremities spread out like a frog, it makes it all okay.  How can that not make you smile and be grateful.