(A Sunday morning breakfast in January.
No photo from this morning.)
I woke up to my favorite kind of morning. Purple lightening was flashing through the early morning darkness, and thunder rumbling in the distance. Then came the pitter-patter of cool raindrops. I was so elated with the stormy August morning that I didn't even mind when the punk woke up early, probably by the same strange atmosphere that awakened me. We snuggled under my covers for a while, punk watching Sesame Street and mama dozing. Then we got up and had breakfast: Cheerios with banana slices for the punk and hot chocolate with buttered whole wheat toast for mama.
You know how you feel when the first warm, sunny day appears after a long, dreary winter? You hear the birds chirping and feel the yellow sun streaming in through the windows, and you take a deep breath and thank Mother Nature for this new season? Well, what spring is to many people, fall is to me. I feel happy, even giddy, when I pull on a sweatshirt and start warming my milk on the stove while the rain falls outside.
In honor of the first rainy day this season, I hereby present a list of my favorite things. I would love it if you would share your list with me too!
My dad's fresh tomato soup
A good book
The soft spot under the punk's chin
The Sound of Music
A long hug
Morning at my grandpa's ranch
Talking with a friend, one on one
Throwing a really great party
An hour to myself
My purple rain boots with skinny jeans
Have a lovely, wet day!