A good morning indeed

I had the rare pleasure of sharing my breakfast time with a beautiful woman (even right out of bed) and a bubbling, curious toddler. Because I have to get up so early each day, Bethany and Jackson are usually sound asleep for my morning ritual of bran flakes and bible reading. This morning, however, Jackson had other plans. For some reason, he just didn't feel like sleeping anymore, and he pestered Bethany into getting up with him. By the time I finished my shower and poured my cereal, there they were- out on the back porch with the cats. I joined them and we watched the early planes come in from the west while we savored the few tolerable moments outside before the sun brought the heat. Maybe it wasn't that big of a deal to them, but for me, sharing my usually solitary breakfast with my two favorite people in the world was a special treat.

When it was time for me to head into the city, they walked me out to the car and I treated Jackson to a drive around the cul-de-sac. As we pulled up to where Bethany was standing in the driveway, she said, "Tell daddy bye."
Jackson looked at me and said, "BYE". It was the cutest thing...
"Give daddy sugar-"
He reached up and gave me his little kiss.
"Time for daddy to go to work"
"BOOO TRUCK!" Jackson exclaimed.
"Bye buddy-"
He crawled out the window to mom's waiting arms.

To heck with Folgers, the best part of waking up this day can't be poured into a ceramic mug. No, the best part is the intangibles- the things you can't quantify: sharing a back-porch sunrise, sharing the love of a child, sharing a life - one morning at a time.


Thanks to you, Lord.

~ Ben