I'd like mornings better if they started later

This morning Lily woke me up at 6:30. She normally sleeps until at least 7:30. If that weren't bad enough, I opened the curtains to find overcast skies and a fog that settled over everything, making it particularly grey and gloomy. When I groaned and pulled the curains closed again, Lily came up and hugged my leg saying, "Don't worry, Mommy. We can still have fun inside." And just like that, my bad mood was gone.