I'm sitting at my kitchen table, drinking day old coffee from one of my daughter's sippy cups; the only clean cup in the cabinet this dreary morning. As I swallow the still glorious black brew, I listen to E hum her favorite holiday song. The same few bars repeated over and over again. She is putting the finishing touches on her latest masterpiece, critically eyeing a teal sequin in the far right corner. Satisfied, she breaks the silence as she excitedly cries "Look Mama!" and holds it up for my approval.
I count my blessings.
- DOC
