Oh, to Have the Energy of Children Again

Megan and I went to bed late last night - about 2 a.m. - which is atypical for us. She was planning school for the girls; I was reading Spurgeon, after which I watched a few episodes of season four of The X-Files until Megan finished up.

As God would have it, the kids woke up this morning with more energy than should be allowed to children of parents who went to bed at 2 a.m. Over cereal (which Megan poured before scurrying to the shower for a few moments of peace), our oldest mentioned how this morning was a good one so far, wasn't it, Dad, and wasn't it great they were ready for church?

Indeed it was, I said, groggily chasing a blueberry through the leftovers of my Life (which would make a great tagline for a blog somewhere if anyone's looking for one). I then suggested everyone get some quiet time on their beds reading/resting before going to church (this was as I was scurrying off to the shower to get a few moments of peace myself).

It's quiet now, but in a walking-through-the-jungle-just-before-the-natives-jump-out-of

the-bushes-and-put-you-on-a-spit-over-a-fire-for-dinner kind of way.

I have no idea what my kids are on this morning, but whatever it is, I want some of it.