Morning prayer in the nicest places - this morning's hymn as I look out Lake Erie with the wind rushing across the island:
"From earth’s wide bounds, from ocean’s farthest coast,
through gates of pearl streams in that countless host,
singing to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost:
It seemed to fit my surroundings. A friend decided I needed a respite away and she and I sought to elude our regular lives for a couple of days. It's the first time away from my family in 19 years.
We posed the question to each other: if you weren't a mom, what would you be? Honestly, I'd be a mom in some fashion - maybe a teacher or caring for needy babies - but a mom. I love my job (however, this is lovely, too.)