Sunday mornings...

I love Sunday mornings. Gabe has decided that he is an early morning bird, so we are up by between 5 and 5:30 these days. And, of course, after laying still for so many hours, he is raring to go. So, his newest rave, after his morning bottle (complete with prune juice, which I am sure you can figure out why), is to cruise around the dining room chasing Shadow....it makes me laugh so hard that I almost pee my pants! Of course, I am laying on the couch downing my first of many cups of coffee. I hate to admit that it is an addiction, but once I start to sleep normal hours, I will attempt to curb the amount I consume. Back to Sundays...I have fallen in love with watching the sunrise, seeing my little chickadees gather around the feeders, and wait for the rest of the world so slowly come alive. We roll around on the floor, tickle, giggle, and growl at the dog, of course. By 8, Gabe is ready to crash for a nap, and then the house gets SO still and silent. I have learned to sit and drink in these moments (with another cup of coffee, of course). I see glimpses of God's character all around me, and it brings me to a moment of "wow". His love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, gentleness, self-control, and goodness is tucked into little packages all around. What an awesome responsibility as a mom to show these pieces of God through the way I live every day!