My mom usually wakes up early on the weekends. She likes to sit in the kitchen with her coffee to enjoy the early morning solitude before the ruckus starts. She usually reads and writes as the early morning light filters in. As usual, I woke up, I snuck in the kitchen, and I startled her. I think it's pretty funny. So I went to her, sat on her lap, and she gave me a big morning hug and a kiss. Then I took over her journal and started doodling. We played a game where I would scribble something and she would continue the drawing to make sense of it. See the flowers? I started the grass at the bottom. See the dinosaur? I drew the head believe or not. That's just one of the ways we start a Sunday morning.