August 04, 2011
The darkest hour may be before dawn, but what comes next is always beautiful. Soft breaking light that filters golden hues through palms and turns fluffy cloud pink. Each day a beautiful show... but today is different.
The breeze of the fan greets me and the air feels almost chilly to my hot, damp skin. The house is quiet and still, unless you count the sound of the finally-satisfied cat munching on her breakfast. The stillness stirs my soul and though a steamy, creamy cup of coffee beckons me to the kitchen, I sit and enjoy the moment. But today is different.
Today is different.
The masterpiece He painted across the sky was brilliant and the quiet morning is still stirring... but today, both are laced with anticipation. Today, I wait for sleepy faces to emerge from behind closed doors. Today I wait for their good morning, Mom mumbled from sleep drenched mouths. Today, after almost five weeks of travel, my kids are right where they ought to be. Home.
It's the simple joys, the simple pleasures the heart remembers and dearly treasures. -Hadin Marshall
I'm linking up with Dayle's Simple Pleasures... come on over and share some simple beauty!