Wake up Call

I hear a rustling outside my bedroom door.  I look at my clock; 6:55am.  I groan and roll over.  I guess no one told my four year old that it is possible to sleep in once in a while.  My dream is to sleep in until 8:00am.  The door opens slightly and I see a smiling face peek through the crack.  My son pushes the door open and I see the cause of his excitement.  In his hands is a cookie sheet.  I can't help but smile as he walks slowly toward me trying to keep food from rolling off the tray.  He is so proud of himself as he displays the breakfast he has prepared for me; a peach and a tomato.  This is one of those moments that make motherhood all worth it.  I thank him and tell him how much I love him.  He opens his mouth to speak those words I have been waiting to hear, "I'll go get you a knife."  He darts from the room.  The race is on.  I fly out of bed knowing I have 0.3 seconds to get to the kitchen.  The day is off to an exciting start.