Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. Add in sun-drenched days filled with birdsong and hillsides covered in green. More than just a few of my favorite things, these glories make up parts of the fullness of life.
Rain falls on the roof as I sit in the early morning darkness counting my blessings. Lately, I've been wearing a lot of hats and juggling time to get everything done. These "wee" hours are peaceful bits that feel all mine and I love them. Small sounds are magnified in the relative lack of sound. The swish of tires on the wet street, the thunk of a newspaper delivery, even the beeping of a neighbor's morning wake-up alarm — all these are the often un-noticed sounds of life starting up for the day. I cannot help finding myself thinking once again of the many small things that make for a rich and full existence.