Early Morning

Feeling so good today with my tea and the cool air through the screen. The baby's sleep patterns are regulating: every three hours or so, she kicks and kicks. At two, she woke me, and I padded barefoot around the house, but then we slept again, and five o'clock came, and we stayed in bed staring at the corner where wall meets ceiling before finally getting up and wandering into the kitchen. I thought of the way the light used to look in my Grandpa's kitchen. It seemed always early morning in his house, and he worked with the light on while the sun crept up into the sky. I remember most the smell of carbon paper and the color of his coffee and that sometimes when we stayed there he fed us ice cream for breakfast. In this early light, I miss him. I wish he could be around to meet the little one when she makes her way into the world.