It is a beautiful morning. I would try to take a picture, but my photography skills are not worthy. And I don't want to change out of my pajamas one moment too soon.
The fields and yard are frosted, the barns and trees silhouetted against the slowly waking sky. A thin band of pink rims the eastern horizon, a thin fog gentles the dark blue above.
I do not know what the rest of the day will look like. At this point, un-forecasted as I am, it is a guess either way. Maybe it is the suspense of early morning that appeals so much to me. I fluctuate somewhere between opti- and pessi-misms and would like to think this will be a beautiful day, but I know that it is late October and chances of rain abound.
Regardless, I have my love, my babies, projects and chores, and the confidence of God's love. It will be a lovely day, no matter the color of the sky.
And now... for some coffee!
**I should note that Sunday mornings are typically the least beautiful around here. But a sick-yesterday-I-feel-fine-now child keeps me home today, and it is far more relaxed and restful.
**I must note that I just overheard one son tell the other that we are staying home from church "because you were sick yesterday and the Bible tells us, if one of you is sick he should stay home." I think I need to do a better job with those Bible lessons.
That's funny. Had to share with Mike your son's interpretation. We enjoyed the giggle. :)
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