Arden woke up a little earlier than usual this morning. We tried to go back to sleep. But between stuffy noses and the cat’s attempts to get under the covers, it just didn’t work. So we stumbled downstairs in search of coffee. There on the counter was the bread I had set out to rise last night, and there through the window was the pink glow of the sun on the rise. In light of these two risings, it didn’t seem so bad after all to add my own to their company.
Late night labours + early morning grace = a good start to the day