The Magic of Morning Part 1

It was quiet in the house. I was the only one up...and to be honest I quite like it that way. In my black chair, with a cup of the darkest coffee I can muster, I sat reading...quiet in heart and mind.

Before long, I heard the sound of a fan turning off and the patter of little feet. A door opened, and Ezra stood in the doorway looking at me. As is often the case, my heart melted a little.

And though my quiet time was disturbed, I wanted nothing more than to hold my little one, for I realize he will only be little for another moment. "Want to come snuggle with me?"

Without a word, Ezra departed into the kitchen.

After ten minutes he had not returned. I began to wonder where he went.

He was not in the kitchen, but I found him lying on the couch in the breezeway, with a blanket pulled up to his chin, staring...glassy-eyed at something real or imagined.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

I was more than surprised at his response. "Looking at the trees."

Perhaps Ezra is finding his own delight at being alone in the quiet magic of the morning.