Yesterday the long awaited tea party was a success in its own way. I’d forgotten the rule for children – the thing they want so much will seldom satisfy them. The unexpected moment gives the most delight.
So I rather think oldest granddaughter actually enjoyed the hour dancing about Trinity campus in the sunshine in her pretty party dress more than the actual party. But the party was fun, too.
We have been blessed by sunny day after sunny day and yesterday morning I took the two middle children for a walk around the (city) block in the early morning sunshine. It was SO BEAUTIFUL It took me awhile but I finally remembered all the words to Eleanor Farjeon’s lovely morning hymn.
Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the word
Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day
I really feel when I sing it, “Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning… Praise with elation, praise every morning.” I’m rich, so very rich.