Celebrate Sunday mornings. I notice there's a special quietness. No tractors buzzing by, the sound of cars up on the tar road calm down. I can hear the birds chatting and the cows across the road murmuring. When the kids were younger and here at home there was a lot of noise at the breakfast table, complaining about getting dressed for church and water fights in the bathroom when brushing teeth. And scrambling to get into the car and out the door on time. Funny how a morning can have a specific rhythm.
