I’m up with the bakers, rolling soft sugared dough.
I’m up with the farmers, pulling warm milk into tin buckets.
I’m up with the monks, whispering intercessions in sacred solitude.
Your little rolls are sweeter, though, and between the sleepy gulps, your hushed nonsensical words are holier than any prayer.
Alexandra is a new mom who has grown to enjoy her 3 AM tete-a-tete.
