"morning time! it's time to get up!"
grumpily i reply,
"my sun is up..."
niamh has a grobag clock:
she sleeps with the stars and
rises - in theory! - with the sun...
i lift my head,
"it's still dark..."
"mummy, the sky is bluer than black 'cause the sun is rising..."
sure enough, I can't argue with that;
I open the curtains and the sky is the colour of a soon-to-be-spring dawn.
A new day...
Niamh, my love, I am so proud; you're pretty smart, you know...