Since the mornings are getting later, I am usually able to watch the sun rise as I take my older kids to school. This morning, I okayed an update on my phone, which took a lot longer than I realized it would, so I didn't have my phone to get a picture until after I got home. I wasn't feeling well, so I drove my Bigs the whole block to the school, watching the sunrise, listening to my four loud rainbows in the back of my minivan. Many mornings I am irritable. Mornings and I are not friends. But this particular morning, watching the bright ornagey-pink sky get ever louder, listening to laughter, I was struck with a profound gratitude. The gratitude that only comes after losing something precious. I looked at my kids in my mirror, and I imagined one more. There is one more seat belt back there, she would fit. But there is an empty space, and the pain of that simultaneously takes my breath away and heightens the ecstatic joy of the four spaces filled with little, ever-growing bodies. My life is blessed.
I took a picture once I got home.
PS, I find it funny that today is "intention" when I totally intended to post this yesterday.