experience a sunrise.

It has dawned on me that my last post may have given the impression that we were headed on a road-trip or something. Mostly it was the intrigued inquiry of grandparents that alerted me to the possible confusion.

Yes, I carry that much stuff with us on a simple outing. Mom=Packhorse.

I thought a sunrise a fitting reminder to me of my resolution to savor my little ones before they grow.

The sun rises each morning, bringing light to all the world, and I am always too busy to notice.

And some days I miss out on my babies, too. They're with me constantly so I sometimes forget how remarkable their existence really is. I forget how much light they bring into my life.

The thing about sunrise in Oregon in the winter is... fog. Darn that mist. I had to explain the sunrise with out a visual. "Remember how a little while ago it was dark, and now it's light? That's what the sun does."

We sat quietly and enjoyed a thermos of hot chocolate.

Then Iggy started to cry. I wasn't surprised. He's been crying for a week straight. I took him in to the doctor and he has a gargantuan ear-infection. Poor little man. I know it won't be long until he's better. Thank you, Heavenly Father, for medicine.

Their faces were worth the loss of sleep. Sparky had the same expression he'd worn on Christmas morning. Young Fitz smiled because he loves when we sit and coo at him. Waiting for the sun afforded us that opportunity. Iggy cried. But he will be smiling again in no time.

We'll definitely try this again in the summer time. Mmm summer. T-shirt weather at night. Looking forward to it.