Wednesday, September 12, 2007
It's a Maxfield Parrish morning here in my town.
It's the kind of morning where the crisp breeze makes you feel 10-years-old and as though you'll live forever.
It's the kind of morning where it's a crime to sit inside the house.
It's the kind of morning where geese sail, honking, overhead and seagulls circle your house, crying with joy.
It's the kind of morning where you just want to drive and drive and not think about coming back.
It's that kind of morning here and Tom and I are getting ready to go out and celebrate.
I hope you are having that kind of morning, too... and that you are celebrating all good things.