7 am. Front Stoop Jam

Where do you find moments of small beauty in your life? For me, it’s watching the children make music with Joe. This morning I went to get Cally girl up from her crib and as we walked back down the stairs, the house was eerily quite. I walked through the house calling “Joe?”, “Taran?”, when suddenly,  I caught a glimpse of them out the office window. 

There they were in the honey sunlight of early morning, Papa with the wizzle, Taran with my nylon string guitar, jamming. I was reluctant to walk outside and join them, worried that the moment was tenuous. But as Cally and I slowly opened the door, they simultaneously turned and grinned, welcoming us to join the party, to share a little morning magic.