A miracle has occurred.
Yesterday morning we woke up and looked at the clock and it was 6.45am.
I had not heard the pitter of patter of feet yet.
Another 15mins passed and then we heard 2 boys pad down the hallway.
It felt glorious. Wonderful to wake up at a 'decent' hour.
And then today it happened again.
It was 6.55am before we heard the patter of feet.
It was just as glorious the second time.
I wonder, will I dare hope that it may happen tomorrow?