On a good day, I hear Emily chatting away to herself in her crib over the monitor. It's usually 6:15 or 6:30. I roll over and nudge Steve and he says, "is she ready to get up?"
He lets me stay in bed and I listen as he goes into our little girl's room to get her up for the day. I can just hear the happiness in the noises she makes when she sees her daddy and it makes my heart swell. She flips herself over so fast (Steve calls this her ninja move) and stands up to greet him.
They go into the living room together, he feeds her a bottle and when I come out they are sitting on the overstuffed chair together talking. She smiles and waves at me when I come into the room, always so happy to see me, I hope that never changes.
She helps daddy make his lunch, get dressed for work, eat (and share) breakfast, and put in his contacts. He carries her all over the house doing these morning tasks and she sits up in his arms so proud that she's daddy's helper.
During this hour, I get to watch my husband be a father and it's the best thing to see. I drink my one cup of coffee and revel in the happiness of the morning, feeling blessed that I have these two (almost three) people in my life.