My soul relishes those few quiet mornings when my kids and husband sleep in.
I am alone in the quiet. Just me, myself, and the household pets.
I can sit with a cup of coffee, breakfast baking in the oven, and watch the light grow in the garden outside. Watch as the stillness of early morning turns to a breezes that nudge the hanging branches of the birch out my window.
This is the time I most enjoy. I cherish those long discussions I have with my children whose subjects range from favorite books to current events, or those stolen moments of quiet reading a good book while sitting with my husband.
But my soul needs the occasional quiet mornings.
