There's No Place Like Home

There is a crispness in the air and a cool mist that reminds me of a few things. There is also a bit of fog that is hanging about in a feable attempt to maintain it's blanket over the yard and there is a silence in the early part of the day that cannot be replicated any other place or time than this where we are right now; this very moment.
I awoke to a sneaking suspiscion that my day would start out busy and hectict once again; not unlike all my other days. Before I raise my head, though, I listen to the silence and relish those precious moments and I close my eyes to soak in every millisecond of peace. As my feet hit the carpet, I come to the stinking realization that the smallest munchkin of the Chapman clan drank way too much last night and my feather bed now needs a vacation at the local cleaner's. Not the way I wanted to start my day. I head downstairs after I strip the mattress bare, to bring in the boys' papers from their route. I have been elected to deliver their papers for them while they are away for the weekend. Anabelle is busy cleaning up and is so upset that she soiled my bed. I can't be angry, that emotion doesn't even enter into this senario. I just smile at her and remind her that it does no good to cry over spilt milk...this doesn't make her feel any better. She is such a sweet spirit and is so in tune with others. She is at that stage where she wants so desperately to be "bigger", but still wants to cuddle and be cooed over just a little bit. I love this phase of her life. Meggie decides to help me deliver the papers and we head out; the three of us Chapman girls, to bring the exciting news from all parts of the world to the peaceful inhabitants of a three block radius of our home. And to think, this is all done before 6:30 am. I can now see why the boys have no problem getting up early to deliver...this little corner of the world is so serene and peaceful. There are no cars driving around, polluting the air, or making paper delivery a hazzardous job. We are so very fortunate and blessed to live in a country where we can walk without fear of persecution or torment. God has blessed us incredibly.
As we finish delivering the paper I look back over the yard and see that the fog is lifting a bit and the air seems to stir. The world is waking.