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Good Morning, Morning Bun

Beauty in the day: stopped to get a rare Starbucks this morning. I don’t usually have the time. While I waited for my yummy coffee, I watched a little boy at a table nearby. The early morning sun was coming in the window in a way that lit him gently, and I could make out tiny, soft freckles on his nose and cheeks. He had a cup of hot cocoa, and in a little bag was a morning bun. He slid the bun out, and put his palms flat against the sides, his fingers shooting out straight and stiff. He lifted the bun directly in front of his face, as if to inspect it reverently, the morning sun illuminating the cinnamon sugar crystals, and his eyes traveled over the surface, taking in it’s inviting warmth. He lowered the bun to the napkin, and the took a respectable bite. I’ve had those morning buns, and I have to tell you – he was on point.

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Coffee and Bandaids

Beauty in the day: a thousand bandaids for a thousand injuries. Some of them bled, and some of them didn’t. Some of them happened at school, and some of them happened at home – last week – in a dream. For those of you who are unaware of the power of a bandaid, you should probably buy some. They can make the lame walk.
And there was also a coffee cart. In the staff lounge. All morning. And a barista who made the coffee. And a PTSA parent who took orders and delivered.
Coffee and bandaids, people – it’s a beautiful life.

Good Friday, 2015

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My oldest baby posted this pic of her oldest baby (not yet 3 years old) with this caption:

*Jaffrey Ayla: sitting in morning light at the bar with Minnie. She is reading her Bible with her cereal and “coffee” and she is “highlighting” (slash coloring) with crayons in her Bible. I hear her tell Minnie, “This is Jesus,” as she points to her Bible. Then she says to Minnie’s face, “He lives in your heart.”

****blessed