In the Morning Hour She Calls Me
When I was younger my mom would sneak into my bedroom in the early morning hours of January 9th, crawl into bed with me and say, "Good Morning, pumpkin! It's 5:52am and that's my favorite minute because that's the very moment that you came into the world and into my life. Happy Birthday, baby! I sure do love you, So-So." When I went to college, no matter the amount of partying I had done as January 8th turned into January 9th, I always slept with the phone beside my head - wa
