Happy is the morn' when you awake and soft kisses are planted on your cheek,
The sunlight warms your face through the bedroom window.
Happy is the morn' where playful bodies run into the room and want to crawl into bed with mommy and daddy.
Happy is the morn' where you can lay beside your lover whom your soul loves.
Stability lies here for a few minutes at least, Rolling over and seeing your face, feeling your fingers brush the hair from mine,
Your smile singing, "Good morning Beautiful"
Here, I am desired, I'm wanted.
As a daughter of God,a wife, and a mother.
Little bodies cuddle up to me and touch their daddy's face.
Just a few moments, of bliss.