Cole was coming downstairs as I hung out the front door capturing this moment with my phone. His gait on our carpeted stairs is halting and light, as opposed to Chase's galloping rhino stampede. I listened to his approach and whispered good morning Cole without looking back. I sat on the foyer stairs and he came around and wrapped his thin little body around mine like foil around the neck of a wine bottle. In the early early mornings, sometimes it feels like he's trying to get back in. He's warm and silent and smells like beeswax candles. It's glorious.
Thursday, March 01, 2012
Sonrise
This was the dawn yesterday.
Cole was coming downstairs as I hung out the front door capturing this moment with my phone. His gait on our carpeted stairs is halting and light, as opposed to Chase's galloping rhino stampede. I listened to his approach and whispered good morning Cole without looking back. I sat on the foyer stairs and he came around and wrapped his thin little body around mine like foil around the neck of a wine bottle. In the early early mornings, sometimes it feels like he's trying to get back in. He's warm and silent and smells like beeswax candles. It's glorious.
Cole was coming downstairs as I hung out the front door capturing this moment with my phone. His gait on our carpeted stairs is halting and light, as opposed to Chase's galloping rhino stampede. I listened to his approach and whispered good morning Cole without looking back. I sat on the foyer stairs and he came around and wrapped his thin little body around mine like foil around the neck of a wine bottle. In the early early mornings, sometimes it feels like he's trying to get back in. He's warm and silent and smells like beeswax candles. It's glorious.
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Joy in the morning. So blessed...I can almost hear my favorite hymn: Morning Has Broken.
You lift my day.
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