i love the mornings. even the mornings when nelson and i stayed up too late the night before watching a stone roses documentary, brainstorming ideas for a short, laughing about what all the kids are listening to and crying softly to the sam cooke: american masters episode. i especially love those mornings. it almost feels like cheating on those days, the day hasn't even started and it's already good. and then there is atticus delightfully babbling and calling mama as a wake up call for ME. he insists before we do anything that it's time for "coffee, milk." who am i to argue with such perfect logic?