When the ultrasound technician reported to us that our second child was a healthy baby girl...I was over the moon...for sisters. Although they couldn't be more different from one another...they will always be sisters.
Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who made the morning and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips and the nodding morning glories, and into the windows of, even, the miserable and the crotchety -
best preacher that ever was, dear star, that just happens to be where you are in the universe to keep us from ever-darkness, to ease us with warm touching, to hold us in the great hands of light - good morning, good morning, good morning.
Watch, now how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.