Aaron drove away into the warm March morning, trailing scents of coffee and english muffins in his wake. I was sipping my tea and perusing my inbox, while Juliana colored with wreckless abandon amidst a strip of crisp light peeking through the window. Basil ran in to join us in the living room, Peter Pan costume in hand. He patiently struggled to tame his feet through the openings of his underwear, managing to get them on inside out and sideways. I kept quiet, taking his lack of frustration as a sign of conquest.
I took another sip and read on. Freecycle, nothing good except for a pair of soccer cleats we might use some day but I was probably too late. American Express, junk mail…“enjoy three free nights at Starwood Hotel”, gee is that what I get for the wads of profit they’ve made off of my interest payments? Father Wayne, wisdom quote from Archimandrite Sophrony “But the Lord Himself guides with Grace those who are given over to God’s will, and they bear all things with fortitude for the sake of God Whom they have so loved and with Whom they are glorified forever.”
“Mommy.” I hear from over my shoulder. “Can I have a wooden leg? I really want to have one wooden leg.”
Ahhh…here’s to mornings…slurrrp, fresh and full of new starts and possibilities.