I suppose there aren't that many "cozy" days on a tropical island, but I still see the occasional gray, rainy morning as a good reason to stay inside, make breakfast and soak up time with family. This morning was perfect...one of those all-too-rare moments in life in which time slows down just enough to let my senses wake up, too. Everything blossoms: the smell of fresh coffee, the taste of homemade pancakes, the sound of my children's laughter, the embrace of my wife. Life is good.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Saturday Morning
I suppose there aren't that many "cozy" days on a tropical island, but I still see the occasional gray, rainy morning as a good reason to stay inside, make breakfast and soak up time with family. This morning was perfect...one of those all-too-rare moments in life in which time slows down just enough to let my senses wake up, too. Everything blossoms: the smell of fresh coffee, the taste of homemade pancakes, the sound of my children's laughter, the embrace of my wife. Life is good.
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