A small shimmer of light finds its way through the blinds It lands gently in the center of my eyes It must be morning, I think to myself I’ll need some coffee before I can deal with anything else The smell of the coffee starts filling the house I start to hear noises coming from behind the couch I smile and gently head for the floor Crawl around and yell, “Gotcha!” to my 4-year-old boy Kids and play On pajama days Play games and laugh Play songs and dance These are the days Loved in a million ways Loved in a million ways It’s time for lunch, but we haven’t had breakfast So, Mom and I cookup a brunch that’s the bestest The kids come to the table, still in their PJ’s The smell of the syrup leads them straight my way We all take our seats, thank the Lord, and dig in How I love weekend meals like this Not sure we’ll do the rest of the day Just know we’ll will enjoy whatever comes our way Kids and play On pajama days Play games and laugh Play songs and dance These are the days Loved in a million ways Loved in a million ways Days at home Days with the kids Days when we play I love days like this Kids and play On pajama days Play games and laugh Play songs and dance These are the days Loved in a million ways Loved in a million ways Kids and play On pajama days Play games and laugh Play songs and dance These are the days Loved in a million ways Loved in a million ways Days at home Days with the kids Days when we play I love days like this Play songs and dance These are the days Loved in a million ways
