Home

It is 5:30 am. I am laying in bed, warm under the covers. Jason is in the kitchen, eating breakfast, fixing coffee, and making a little too much noise. I hear my sweet boy kick the side of his bed in his room.  This routine is played out morning after morning. This is how our day starts. This is simple. This is routine. This can seem mundane, but really this is the good life. This is home.