***This post is a continuation from yesterday. You can find the beginning of the story here.***
Her eyes light up as she crawls across my body to exit the bed. Of course, she presses on my bladder as she goes, it wouldn't be a morning wake up if she didn't.
"Z, Daddy is laying right here. What are you doing?," I ask as I start to pull myself up out of the bed.
"His face is over here, I need to see his face so I know that he is hearing me." So much like her mother, I think as she completes her route around the bed.
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! Guess what is living under our porch! Guess what it is, Daddy! You won't even believe it, I bet your eyes will pop out of your head when you hear about it, Daddy! It's a CAT, Daddy! We can't let it come in yet though because it doesn't care about us yet. But we are gonna feed it and love it and talk to it and then and then and then when it cares about us, we can let it move in our house FOREVER! Isn't that great, Daddy? Isn't it?"
"That's not what I said", I call out from the bathroom, smiling to myself. "And after you went to bed, Z, I found out that there are two-"
"OHMYGOSH!!! THANK YOU, JESUS and GOD for answering all of my prayers!!! DADDY, DADDY there are two! Now we will have a brother and a sister for Oliver. Oliver will be so happy to finally have his whole family in our house. Oh, isn't it wonderful news, Daddy? I am so excited! Let's go outside and see if we can pet them."
"Not right now, how about some breakfast first?"
"YES! I am so glad that you are awake now, Momma. I wrote a song about how happy I am, do you want to hear it? Okay, okay, okay."
She grabs the Hubs old high school tennis racket and holds it like a guitar in front of her. It's an old "guitar" so for some reason she has to sing like she is an old man at a campfire. With a southern accent.
"Momma, thank you so much for waking up with meeeee
You are the best but only I can seeeeee
That you make me very happppppyyyyy..."
"Well, it rhymes. Let's go get some cereal."
She picks up a noisemaker from her birthday party that is laying on my dresser and begins to blow it like a trumpet. The Hubs gives up on trying to sleep now and gets up with us.
"I made up a new blessing for breakfast today, Momma. Do you want to hear it? Okay, okay, okay. Ahem."
"Oh, God thank you, thank you, thank you. You are God.
Thank you, thank you, thank you for fooooood.
Thank you God for being God."
"Ah, I could sit here all day and listen to my cereal talk to me. I really like when things talk back to me, this cereal is better than that stupid Oliver cat. He won't ever talk to me. It's because he has no brains, right Momma? No brains at all."
"That's not what I said Z. Please eat your cereal."
"Can I take a shower with you today, Momma, please? I think I kinda stink. I really should take a shower. What is today? Do you have to work? Why do you always have to go to work? Why can't you just stay here with me? What does Wesday mean? What are we gonna do after work today?"
"We have a special church service tonight, so we are gonna go to church."
"YES!!! Thank you, God! Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, did you hear that? We get to go to CHURCH! I love going to church, I get to see all my friends and then we can try to figure out what room God lives in. I think it's in the back, Momma. The part that you don't let me go to. Are you hiding God from me, Momma?"
For the next hour, the chatter continued on like this; while we took a shower and while I got ready for work. She begin to yawn and scrub at her eyes.
Finally, the Hubs and the daughter laid down on the couch and fell back asleep.
It's not often that Z gets up with me in the morning. But when she does, the excitement just.doesn't.stop.