The other day I walked into this room (the "girls' room), like I do most every morning after I wake up and take my shower, and stumbled upon this scene. The view was familiar with the ever so slight smell of bodies snuggled together, and the temperature mixed with body heat amidst the cool Fall air. They must have heard me walk in. My presence, combined with the dim overhead chandelier light and the new rising sun, and with ten hours of sleep behind them caused their little black-haired heads to bobble moving too and fro. Xiao Qian was cocooned in her down comforter just inches from her Mei Mei's - another black haired head peering out from the top of the fabric. I just stood there for a moment and soaked it all in, giggling to myself as they all began to open their eyes, rubbing their hands to them and making little groaning noises.
This happens almost every morning in households all across the globe. But this time, for me, it was a blaring reminder in the dawn of a new day that "His mercies are new every morning".
I love our life,
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