My boys wake up bouncing. Literally. Bouncing, often accompanied by singing. Loud singing. Oh, and lots and lots of giggling. And all this, sometimes (gasp!)... before 7:00 AM. For me, a certified non-morning person, this kind of stinks. Sadly, rather than joining my boys in their morning exuberance, my first thoughts are usually… Continue reading The Art of Holding Out Hope
