Normally I am woken by Rowdy shouting: Mummy, mummy, I need a poo! He doesn't always, but knows it's guaranteed to get me up.
This morning a shouted whisper woke me. Frog: Mummy, come quick, there's the most beautiful sunrise outside. And indeed there was; the sky awash with pinks, apricots, oranges and purples was truly worth getting up for if only for a minute.
We stood together watching the colours change as the sun glinted on the clouds. The London rooftops and chimneypots silhoueted in that perfect juxtaposition between the natural and man made worlds.
Frog was silenced by awe and wonder, not something that happens often!
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