And then

...I hear two voices.  Sometimes one at a time, sometimes in call and response, sometimes in a jumbled mass.

(They do not always wake at the same time.  But, this morning they did.)

And I go to them.  There's no stopping me, there's no where else I'd rather be.  I sometimes don't recognize my voice when I call out to them "good morning".  I rediscover myself every time I see them again after sleep.

I go from tired and dulled to uplifted and energized in that instant.

Sometimes it's just a kiss and a squeeze.  Sometimes there's snuggling.  Sometimes there's a conversation of some sort.

I am really fucking lucky.