The house is still. Clouds from the overnight storm still cling to the sky and block the early-morning sun. My oldest child is up and almost ready for school. My youngest still sleeps.
I don’t know what my day will be like today yet. I have two meetings and an appointment on the schedule, but my little one was ill last night.
He sleeps, and I wait.
It’s easy to get caught up in the “Crap, what am I going to do if he’s sick!” drama. Still this morning, I try to resist.
My life is blessed, and I will be able to call-in to one meeting, reschedule another, and cancel the appointment quite easily.
How lucky am I? Many people in our own super-rich country have to choose between taking care of a sick child and working to put food on the table.
This morning at least, I find gratitude in my life and peace in the early-morning silence.
Whatever the day brings, I get to roll with it. Blessings surround us, and I am forever grateful.