God called the light “day,” and the darkness he called “night.” And there was evening, and there was morning — the first day.
Nothing is quite like the feeling I get when I rise in the morning and let the sun shine through our towering Victorian windows. My day is brighter (pun intended) when I take time to walk through each room, pulling back the curtains to reveal the welcome of a new day. I have a patterned approach: My room, then the kids’ rooms, then the back door, leaving the the front door as the finale: a glass pane leaving me open to soak up all the sun’s rays. It is the only thing separating me from a fresh breeze and the sound of my mom’s chimes singing from the rafters of our wrap-around porch.
Sunlight is everything.