the mornings I'm up a bit before she is are wonderful for many reasons.  a quiet start to a fresh day is in itself a beautiful thing.  a solo cup of tea or coffee, maybe a chapter or two and a quick peek around the garden are great things, but I think the best part is watching her sleep in the soft morning light.  it is perfection.  I stare in wonder, trying to drink it all in.  there's so much possibility, so much fullness and tenderness, so much love.


  1. indeed the most precious. so very precious.

  2. the frustrations and challenges from the day always melt away and seem so insignificant when I look at her laying there all cozy and perfect....


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