This has been a busy week... like most weeks.
Next week will be a busy week.... fun, and I'm looking forward to it, but busy.
Last night, we attended a local highschool talent show.
At first, I admit, we thought to skip it. Our son was part of an 'act', but we thought that we'd have a rare 'date' night and have dinner, out, together. Actually, we were having dinner when we realized that we were alone... my 'usual' waitress at a local restaurant asked me where were my 'kids'. The kids she referred to were one of my own children, a selection of band kids and several adults with whom I often eat in advance of all things band.
We ate a leisurely meal and STILL ended up needing to hang out in town and the show had just started. The proceeds all go to the local Memorial Home for an emergency generator. So... we attended. It was cute. The 'bad boys' of the highschool drumline took first place. Even if I am a drumline mom, they did a great job. It's an awesome thing to see 9 young men work so in synch as if they breathe one breath. They'd all worn all black and were truly a good looking bunch.
Anyway, that brings me to this morning. The menfolk that are here are asleep... quiet and warm, it's a pretty Sunday morning. Cloudy and overcast, the light is soft about the place and nothing at all is stirring on the farm. My morning coffee smells and tastes wonderful and the quiet... the quiet is so peaceful and calm.
Rest comes in varying forms and I love early mornings that are like this. I find them restful enough to 'store up' that feeling for when I'm tired and world worn. I take a lot of comfort and find peace in being the first one up. I love knowing that my family is sleeping just a room away, and sometimes, I peek in and smile. I love to see their sleeping faces, all sweet and at peace.
So, I'll sit on the porch, with a fleece blanket and my coffee and watch the world come to life... but I'll relish these solitary moments and the quiet beginning to my day.