This Fabulous Morning

This fabulous ordinary morning, the Oregon sun is peering in my window--maybe not so ordinary around here.

This morning, my husband woke up early to drive 20 some minutes into Salem (the big city) to get the oil changed on my car.  After that, he will replace the tires.  He knows how much I dread these tasks--especially the oil change.  The oil change guys love to make me feel bad about my car.  They are NOT fabulous.

This morning, I was greeted with the explosively loud door knob rattle, as only a 1901 door knob can rattle when a two year old grabs hold.  My sweet, pajama clad boy made his entrance, climbing up to my bed and whispered his request: "Thomas".   So now, we are snuggled in my sunny room watching "Thomas".

This morning: ordinary yet made fabulous by the gifts.  The gift of sunshine.  The gift of a husband.  The gift of a child.  Every good gift is from above...

(Sorry for the cheesiness and over-use of "this morning" and "fabulous"  My husband wasn't here to dial down the cheese factor for me.  He was out, busy being fabulous.)