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Blessings of the Day.

Every morning, whether it's raining or shining, I wake up to fresh air. Air filled with the scent of damp, fertile earth and oceans of blossoms. Occasionally during the spring, it's a little too fresh-- as in animal freshness -- but for the most part, the air is sweet. I never give it any thought. I rarely take a moment to just breathe.

Every morning I wake up to the antics of my quick, lively children-- whether or not I want to. And there are days I don't want to. Take yesterday, when I heard them down in the dining room giggling and hiccuping in their hysterics while I was dressing... only I discovered they weren't in the dining room. They were on the trampoline in the back garden. All four of them, in their pajamas, outside at 7 am. My poor neighbors. I bet there's mornings they don't want to wake up to my lively children as well.

Every evening, I hear the "silence" of a house that's truly lived in: the washer spinning and making it's "preparing for take off" noises -- the occasional 50p coin clanging against the door, the dishwasher humming away at a plethora of uneaten food holding fast to our mis-matched dishes, the sigh of my computer as I pull it out of the deep sleep.

That may not be quiet to you, but after a day with toddler that can call dogs from miles away, and boys bickering over whose Match Attacks cards were left in the toilet-- that's quiet.

And in that quiet as I look back over the day, I have my moments of "I wish I had...".
None of which ever includes, "...spent more time on my computer while my bottom half grows larger".

So today, you're receiving this post through the magic of blogger scheduler. The heavy breathing Mac Baby isn't coming on. I'm going to attend A2's recognition ceremony for the Museum Club he participated in; say good bye to a great guy retiring from the Air Force and kiss grubby little faces (my children, not my husband's military friends) while letting the unswept dog hair swirl around our play. I will enjoy the noise and the quiet. for one day.

Surely I won't suffocate if my mouse is removed from my hand and connections to this addiction is severed for just one day....

Just breathe....