I want to remember mornings like this forever.
Stella with wild bed head hair.
Harlo with a headband and dress she threw on before even getting to the breakfast table.
My girls flipping through their bibles quietly on the back porch, graciously taking in the stillness of the day.
The beautiful, crisp, September morning as the sun pours in just over our backyard trees.
These are the mornings I will yearn for in 10, 20, 30 years.
These are the mornings that fill my soul.
These are the mornings.
