I rediscovered a dear old friend.
Morning. That gorgeous part of the day when the sun is just coming up.
When my neighbor walks his dog past my house and I hear the loud happy rumble of a school bus.
The time when coffee tastes and smells best. A soothing alarm clock for the senses.
The best time of day to hang out in your pajamas. Making french toast or scrambled eggs. And then letting the dishes soak in a sink full of fabulously happy bubbles.
When you can read and not feel guilty. Pray and not feel rushed.
Morning. My dear long lost friend. I am glad to have you back.