Sunday morning. Still dark but warmer than usual in the house. The heater is not working quite so hard. No rain dancing on the roof. The gentle hum of the dishwasher is in the background. The coffee is hot. Conversation is gentle and soft. The sky is beginning to lighten against the silhouettes of trees and houses. Nature's art.
The need to make something for breakfast is beginning to poke me out of my chair and into the kitchen. From there, the bed will be made, I will get dressed and our day will begin.
But for now, I love these moments. These are the moments I will remember when life gets rough and scary.
Sunday morning.
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