It was a good morning.
Most mornings I feel like I’m behind. Running around trying to get lunches made and backpacks packed and the kids dressed and breakfast fed and the dog out and the coffee made. And it’s usually my fault. My children are up between 5:30 and 6:00 and keep themselves entertained until I drag myself out of bed an hour later. It’s my fault I run around like a crazy woman.
But today was a good morning.
I felt relaxed. Not rushed. I was up a half hour earlier. And isn’t it amazing what a difference 30 minutes makes? Enough of a difference that when I let Leo out and back in and found Evie drawing with her finger on the frosty door I didn’t have to tell her we didn’t have time for that today. I grabbed my camera instead and watched as she made a little heart and stamped her hands and wrote our names, even Rusty. Love that girl so much.
A good morning, captured.