Good Morning.

The sun has yet to peak through the trees, but my alarm still sounds. The patterning of little feet against a crib wall, and the snorts and snuffs of a guard dog entertaining his charge wake me from my slumber. A smile spreads across my face. It is a good morning.

Off to the kitchen in a bleary eyed shuffle. A breakfast of pancakes and coffee to be made. Cheerful, toothy grins, tiny hands clapping, and grunts of appreciation fill the room with warmth and love. It is a good morning.

The sun greets us through the bay window. He is behind, as the day has already begun. But we still thank the Lord for the sun's appearance, for the blessings our day will bring. It is a good morning.