Joy Comes in the Morning


I will never be a morning person. However, when I do finally become more awake than asleep - eyes still closed, mind you! - I love the fuzzy awareness of lying in my own rumpled bed, squished between my dashing husband on one side and my 6-year-old on the other. My older children are usually up and about long before I am, preparing for their days of school and work, and there is nothing sweeter than being coerced into consciousness by the music of my stirring household. Lately, though, I have suffered from a lack of joy in the morning and I find myself becoming...

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