Slow Mornings.

This morning will go slow. At least until ten thirty, when I rush off to teach swimming lessons. I like slow. A lot.

I don't go slow very often.

The little people are watching an old Christmas movie. Mom is on her bike. Alissa and Andrew are sleeping. Bethany is out of town with the fiance. And Sam is building something dangerous for his snow board in the backyard. Slow and peaceful. Wonderful.