Mornings at Mom and Dad's

One of the things I most enjoy about living away from my family are the visits home. Before, we all lived in the same city. R & I would go over for a few hours and then leave. And it was always for an event, it seemed. There was always a lot of people and not a lot of one-on-one time.

But now we get to stay the night and, to me, that is so much more special. Especially the mornings.

We wake up early and file into the living room reading the paper or knitting, discussing current events or the Bible. I love those mornings and hate to hear the clock chime noon.

Well, I hate it until I realize it's lunchtime. Then I'm happy again.