Morning Conversations

As I lay in bed this morning with my 5 year old wishing that time would somehow just freeze for a few minutes longer, he "shhs" me because he hears something, birds. We listened to the birds in the quiet of the spring morning. Laying there snuggled together in the warmth of my bed the sun starting to peek out from behind the blinds, I whisper "What do you think they are saying?" And leave it to my son, who in the most infinite of wisdoms, to just state the obvious, "They are yelling at the dogs to be quiet!" And that was that!