Morning has broken

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.