I cannot tell you how happy I am to see the sun starting to rise this morning. With my poor husband sick with a fever sweating through pajamas and sheets and bébé throwing up twice it was a long long night. But there is something about the daylight that makes it better. Big sigh and off to move the laundry along.
I also came access this lovely and much needed poem from one of my favorite writer/bloggers Lindsey Mead. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/mobileweb/lindsey-mead-russell/everyday-life-is-practice-and-poem_b_2468005.html