I love mornings. Most days I wake up with an excitement and anticipation that anything and everything can happen.
The neat thing is, whatever happened yesterday or the day before or the day before that, is done. Over. Today is a new day. And I'm grateful I get to live and experience whatever the day holds.
There was a time I dreaded the mornings and the daytimes. I wished them away and never wanted to see the sun. But now I think, plans or no plans, the day stretches out and holds incredible promise. Grateful for.....
-snow days. Snow has been falling since last night and it's still coming down. Everything it touches becomes beautiful even the not so pretty things.
-this Christmas will be different. We're celebrating at the beach with sun and warmth and sand. No snow.
-my books have been selling for the holidays. Still amazes me that anyone still wants them.
-mostly that He makes every day magical.
Happy Thursday, Guys.