Some mornings I wake up feeling overwhelmed by my to-do list. There’s too much to do to waste time curling hair or putting on makeup. There’s laundry and dishes and 30 brides waiting on you to wake up. To get going.
But some mornings you wake up at 9 am in darkness and hear the rain crashing down on the rooftop. And in that perfect, quiet moment, you pray and thank God that you are able to stay in your pajamas out of the weather. At home. Where it smells like summertime in the middle of winter and there’s always the possibility of a long walk when the work is finished and the storm blows over.