The Peacefulness of a Sunday Morning

It's early Sunday morning here.  The house is quiet.  David and Bentley 

are still asleep.  I can hear the horn of a nearby train in the background 

while in my office typing softly on my keyboard.  

I love this time of day.  The peacefulness of a Sunday morning before

I make the coffee and the hustle of getting ready for Church.

It's one of the things I treasure in life.  

Suddenly I hear the pitter patter of little paws on the hardwood floor

leading to my office.  Then those same little paws reaching up to touch

my knee and sweet little eyes appealing to me to acknowledge that it

is time to go outside and greet the day.  To let him go outside in his

beloved yard, his domain, to check every nook and cranny.  And so

I do.  

The sun is up now as I look out the window over the kitchen sink.

Those personal minutes of solitude after rising from a night of
dreams have now passed.  Precious moments that won't come
again in quite the same way for another week, have now passed.
It's time to greet the day.

Have a blessed Sunday everyone!

Big Texas Hugs,
Susan and Bentley