It's long been the case that this mama cannot get up in the morning without everyone rising too. No matter the time, they all know where their mama is. It was a morning that I made it to the bottom of the steps by myself. I tip toed to the kitchen. Silence. Still no one was up. This NEVER happens. I looked outside and although it was a frigid, below zero morning, it was beautiful. I decided to water the chickens and grab the paper before my helpers arose. On the way out the door, I noticed my camera...grabbed that too. So glad I did.
I rushed to get the paper and turned around to head back. I must have gasped when I saw this sight. I stopped in my tracks. This is our home. This house I've loved for years is the house I'll be walking back in to make breakfast for my family. This is the place where memories will be made, the place we'll long to return to when we're on vacation, the place we feel most comfortable. This is our home. So glad I brought my camera, it was a moment I wanted to remember. My fingers may have been frozen, but my heart was so warm. My cup overflowth.