Tuesday, August 9, 2011
It's one of those mornings where I savor the quiet hour or so before Ziva wakes up.
I prepare my coffee and the spoon clinking on the sides of my favorite mug seems loud.
I wrap myself in a sweater and sit down on the couch with Bible in hand.
I read and pray, then knit and glance at the slideshow of pictures popping up on the computer screen. Each picture reminds me of a certain person or time and I pray or praise for them.
The wheels in my head turn while I work twisted rib across the rows of my cardigan, thoughts not interrupted by anyone or anything.
I think of what I'd like to do during my day, week, month, year, life.
I soak in the quiet, the alone, the stillness of the morning where no one demands my time.
Then I hear a tiny knock, and a "hewwo!"
I scoop her up into a hug and in that moment I hold more joy in my arms than my mornings alone have ever held.
Our day begins.