Wake-Up Time

After a day of travel to a country home in the heart of Texas, far from our suburban home in another state, we went to sleep easily. We were still in bed when a boy ran into our bedroom. “Wake-up time,” he said. He was full of life, full of potentials, full of everything a young boy ought to have. We stirred, wanting to linger in dreamland. He pulled the curtain open. “It’s light outside,” he said. We relished the memories he brought, of two little girls and a little boy – rousing us from our slumber on a Christmas morning.