A morning thunderstorm; waking up to rain streaming down our bedroom windows. The house is cool and we are cozy underneath the heavy, yet wonderfully light, down comforter. No birds are singing to welcome the day. They, too, are seeking shelter in the forest somewhere, tucking their wings tightly to keep their bodies warm and dry.
Suddenly, the rain stops and the sun peaks through the dense gray clouds now turning a luminous white. Beautiful. Just beautiful. And all the while I lay in bed with my two loves, my family, my heart smiling deeply as I count my blessings. What else is there?
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Love and Gratitude,
M. Grace
N a t u r e ' s E c o n o m y 
What I woke up to this morning was your beautiful description of your moment with Grace,
Thank you, Barbara
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