It's hot here. Summers always are. We try to save money and fuel by not cooling the house too much. We rely on fans. But in the morning, when you come away from a fan, the house can feel so warm and stuffy. That's when the outside feels much cooler, so we open up, letting the fresh, dew-dipped air fill the house. It's so refreshing. There's just nothing like mornings, especially early morning when the birds are waking up, and everything feels invigorating and new.
There's lots of hope in each morning as well––hope for what we expect the new day to hold and what we don't know that it might hold. I love mornings. They are like a new celebration every day. The old traditional Gaelic song says (verse three):
Mine is the sunlight! Mine is the morning,
Born of the one light Eden saw play.
Praise with elation; praise every morning,
God's recreation of the new day!
P.S. Going to work on that grandmother business tomorrow!!!
You'll have to keep us updated
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Have a safe and absolutely wonderful
trip!
Bonnie
Mornings are so full of possibilities, so rich and refreshing especially if you've had a good night's rest (which our newest parents may not be having)..
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