reflections

This morning she silently crawled out of our bed and into the living room to find me. As she is rounding the corner I hear these sweet little words slip from her (as her daddy calls them) sugar lips, " hi sunshine!" I wanted to sit down and cry for joy. Instead I scooped her up and kissed her all over and returned her sentiments. I have, ever since she was born, greeted her first of all in the morning with either a, " Good morning, sunshine! " or " Good morning, beautiful!" To have your children reciprocate/communicate the overwhelming love we can't help but have for them, back to us, has got to be one of the top ten best feelings, the whole entire world over.




( In case you are wondering, I did in fact bribe her with chocolate chips to get her to sit still, unfortunately it didn't help my pictures to turn out all that clearly. I have the worst luck with that. )





The other thought I had is actually straight from the line of a familiar Christmas carol ...the dawn, of redeeming grace. " I love that. And can't get it off my mine. That is what Christmastime is all about for me.