A Wonderful Kind of Morning
This is the same house, the same yard and the same foggy mirror that I wake up to every day. The same faces and voices and dogs underfoot. More often than not all of these simple things do not bring me joy. They are responsibilities, annoyances, burdens that I have to bear. Instead of enjoying the simple and wonderful meal before me I worry about the time it takes to prepare and the dishes that will need to be done after. Which is sad really, because there are so many wonderful things in my life for which I am grateful even when that gratitude stays hidden.
But today I am hopeful. I am hopeful that this will not be a day full of regrets and sadness and ever changing moods. Today is a very special day. It is the anniversary of the day that my son was born. A decade ago I welcomed him to the world with open arms and an open heart and in this time that he has been with me I have come to grown and learn so much. Wonderful things and humbling things that he has taught me. And today our only purpose is to celebrate that fact that this wonderful little man exists. And that, my friends, is the very best kind of day.