The kitchen was alive by 6:45 a.m.

While the waffle iron was heating up
the tea kettle whistled softly on the stove top.
A gourmet hot cocoa kind of morning.
It would be the usual Cherry Chocolate for Brayden,
French Vanilla for Matt
and Pumpkin Spice for Nick and Allie.
The snow fell silently outside the window
while Frank Sinatra sang quietly in the background,
the flame from the harvest candle sending off it's warm light
as it filled the room with smells of fall.
"I feel like I'm in a dream,"
remarked Nick from the end of the counter.

 So do I Nick.