We've been up since extra early. Before I was ready to face the day, But how lucky am I to be needed so early. I wouldn't have it any other way. There's always lots of noise, A moments peace is like pure gold. But knowing my child is having fun, The noise will never get old. There are dishes piling high, Mess all over the place, But how lucky are we to have this home, And food that's filled our plates. The days aren't extra ordinary. They're filled with just normal, boring stuff. But these are the days we once wished for, And they will always be enough.