Shower Surprise

I have to tell you a little about last week so we can better appreciate the surprise I got in the shower this morning. Well, everyone in the household was sick. One morning Dad got Abigail when she woke up and let me keep sleeping, but then he had to shower and get ready, so Abigail ended up screaming, and I mean SCREAMING bedside into my ear to go downstairs. I was so exhausted I was willing to pay damage to my hearing for five more minutes of lying in bed. This is just a taste of what last week was like. Okay.
This morning was a stark contrast:
I was up out of bed, had my coffee and cereal, and even read the newspaper. Through it all, the girls were both still snug in their beds, well when I say snug, Abigail's legs were actually hanging off her bed, but they were both wonderfully asleep nonetheless. So I decided to take a peaceful shower. In the middle of washing my face though, the bathroom door creaked open, I think I see a little hand, and it's Abigail. But she's not here to insist, "hold me, hold me" or "downstairs, downstairs" or "I want yogurt." Instead she breaks into an incomprehensible HAPPY rant. It was a relief; it made me laugh. She continued with this happy babble till I was ready to go downstairs. It was my pleasant shower surprise that I find symbolic of the fresh break into Spring. Winter is so last week. ;)