Sunrise

Many mornings, as I clamber around at five a.m., I ask who in their right mind would WANT to be up and moving at this time of day. It's still dark outside for a REASON! Despite my pangs for decent sleep, I make the boys breakfast, nag them incessantly for a bit, and drive them to early morning seminary. Some mornings, like this one for instance, the boys gripe and complain the whole time and its hard to justify trading much needed sleep for this aggravation. But then, despite all the abuse, in the quiet time when I drive home, the sun kisses the earth and starts to awaken all it touches with its warm, pink light. The whole sky fills with its soft blush, the  outermost edges a pallid lilac. Then, at the heart, orange, then goldenrod, then bright golden yellow- a masterpiece for all to see, covering the vast sky.  Debussy's Claire de Lune plays over and over in my mind, its personification before my very eyes- a beautiful, breath taking sunrise. Then I think to myself, who in their right mind, would miss this fantastic gift? A sunrise is a new beginning, a fresh start, a promise to throw the cares of yesterday aside and bring a new energy, a new love, a new passion to life- an opportunity to make today truly beautiful. So, as I drive into my sunrise, I think of the good I can do, the hearts I can touch and the difference I can make, and I am, from my head to my toes, invigorated and truly grateful to be alive, ready to start my sunrise for the day. 

5 weeks left...

I would like to inform you all that I do, in fact, still have a pulse. I didn't get bludgeoned to death by a psycho and get thrown in one of the old cemeteries I like to explore on occasion. I'm still kicking. I however, don't really have the energy to write more than this. Side note- I'm flying back to Utah in December. Celebration! Love you all, wishing you the best!