Rare Quiet

At 6:17 a.m., the house is still quiet. 

The girls are up. 

(I am not.)

I am still finishing up on my beloved Mommy sleep while they are getting up and getting ready for the day. (This is their choice, not mine; their alarm clock isn't due to go off until 6:30).

Since I typically miss out on these few moments of relative stillness, before the real bustle of the day begins, I was glad that Savanna, for whatever reason, picked up the camera and captured some of the rare, quaint quietness that resides in the house for those few early morning minutes. 

Our house faces west and you better believe that that sunshine  blasts

 through with its bad self each and every morning to greet us for the day.

It blasts straight through to the family room, and for just a couple of solid minutes, perfect 

sweeping conditions exist; that's right, you can see EVERYTHING on that lovely wood floor.

The craft table is clean...for the moment
(Alexa calls it the "decorating table." Linda calls it "that table that I
loaned you guys when you were having people over for dinner that
 you never returned and have since started using as a craft table.")

The television is OFF

The blocks are ready to be picked up and played with again

(good thing we left them out last night!)

And the day's work is ready to begin

I am not a morning person, in any sense of the word. 

But something about these pictures (and the cutie-head that took them!) just makes me smile.