How Lovely Was the Morning

Normally I hate 1 pm church.  It starts right when Ellie's nap is supposed to start, and she is CRANKY the rest of the day.  However, it is nice to have a slow paced Sunday morning.

Today was particularly beautiful for some reason.    As I typed that out I realized why this morning has been so peaceful.  Today Thomas would be 7 months old, and it just feels like a gift from him to have everything so nice.

I opened the sliding doors and let the fresh morning air in, (something I've never been able to do in January before).   The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and Ellie was helping me make pancakes.

 The words from the hymn "Joseph Smith's First Prayer" popped into my head.

"Oh, how lovely was the morning!

Radiant beamed the sun above.

Bees were humming, sweet birds singing,

Music ringing thru the grove,"

I love these moments, the moments that you leave you thinking, "this is the life".