I love mornings. Especially if it's a Saturday or Sunday morning, wherein I don't have to rush and go to the office. But even weekday mornings are love. Even if Jack-Jack would wake us up at around 6AM every day, it's ok. And because I'm always alert to his every move, I get to see him wake up, roll over, look left and right, see me, then smile. And I love seeing him smile. Usually, he'd be grunting and squirming in his place on the bed, tossing and turning around, still half-asleep, only fully waking up when he manages to turn over and pull himself up on his arms. Then he'd be looking at the window, hearing the twittering of the birds, then he'd turn his head and he'd see me looking at him... Then he'd smile.
And that's when I really started to love mornings. Even if I'm still wishing I was still asleep, the minute he starts twisting his head and body, then rolling over, I'd anticipate the moment he locks eyes with me and smiles. And this happens everyday. And I just love, love, love it.