Morning magic

Mornings in our household look a little different with two young children and busy schedules. However, there are often moments that warrant the proverbial “stop and smell the roses” mentality and this Sunday was certainly one of them. The early eastern light had our bedroom in a soft ethereal glow, the house was silent (my husband took my older son away for the weekend), and I had my first cup of coffee in hand. As I slowly crept back up the stairs to relax in bed for a few minutes, I heard the reassuring tune of the red breasted robins outside, a signal of spring. It was a peaceful time, flipping through some new books and plotting away the day ahead. My heart and soul were happy, my blood pressure low…here’s to that morning magic we all know and love.