Musings for an early rainy saturday

Good morning dark, gray Saturday. Thank you for the thunder and the lovely color of the sky. Thank you for the warm lamp light, the fresh coffee, Atticus lazily stretched out across my desk. Thank you for the quiet companionship and the solitude of a sleeping household. I don't even mind the toys all over the dining room floor, the unfolded laundry on the love seat, the boy's tennis shoes in the middle of the floor. This is my home. My haven. My domain. I choose to love it with all of its imperfections and claim it as my own. The chores will get done, the clothes sorted and folded, the shoes put away, the dishes washed. But right now, everything is in perfect harmony with little dusty reminders of the life that happens here...of the family that lives and loves in this place.