Mornings Like This

I live for mornings like this one. 

When you get to see the sun rise.

When a car comes along once every 20 seconds instead of the normal once every 1/20 of a second.

When you wonder just how much more weight can this old tree take?

When you think, "But if we split this wood, it won't look as pretty."

When you question, "Am I shortening the life of the swing by leaving it outside?"

When the kids rush to be out with PJ's still on and breakfast not yet eaten.

It is one of the most peaceful, quiet, beautiful mornings of the year. And you don't want it to end.

But it does.

Only minutes later. You hear the motors start on the snowblowers, the traffic picks up, an ambulance screams its siren and you spot your kid making faces at the neighbor through their back door.

 Moment is gone.

Lord, I pray there are more mornings like this.