It’s the perfect Sunday morning – good coffee, gentle rain, the New York Times, my husband and me. All in my family are well. My friends and I may not always be skipping through life, but we’re old enough to know that there is far more to be grateful for, than envious of. We’re made stronger by paying it forward and most of us are trying to figure out how to do that more and more. And for all that – I would re-affirm that it is just the perfect Sunday morning. I just wanted to wish you the same – and a smile.
Waiting for the Karma Truck 