Sunsets are way cooler than sunrises.

Perhaps this statement needs some explanation. This morning I laid in my bed in the wee hours before the sun rose enjoying the blessing of sleep knowing that the day to follow would be without intense Russian course work. (in case my professors are reading this they should know I was looking forward to hours and hours of independent study LOL) As I drifted in and out consciousness, I heard the muffled voices of three of the smaller citizens of Gainerville. I pried open one eye to look at the clock, 5:45 am. Now I've always considered myself a morning person, but this is not morning. Frankly I think I could make a pretty convincing argument that it was still night. For this reason I let out an audible grown as I watched Jonah (3) and Isaac (2) following their fearless leader Alexander (4 1/2) on a crusade to the living room. I ought mention that the only way from their room to the living room is to "march" through our room. As the grand procession slipped past my vision into the other room I silently hoped that they would all lay down on the couch and fall back asleep (as if this were even possible for 3 little boys). I must admit, after a couple grumbled murmers from mom and dad to be quiet, they were pretty good. Through the silence though I caught a utterance that reminded me of the preciousness of children and why I dispise sunrises all at the same time. "Alex the Articulate" whispered (a whisper for those of you who don't have toddlers is little more than a hissing scream from a 4 year old), "Jonah! Isn't the the sunrise beautiful!?" I could only smile, role over, and thank God for life's little gifts.

Jon