a sunrise

Last Saturday morning, around 6am, my daughter hurried into our bedroom.

"Mom, come quick! Hurry, mom, hurry!" she said, as she stood by the side of our bed and shook me awake.

Initially, I have to confess, I was filled with dread. "What's wrong..." I thought to myself. Could it be one of the animals? Did one of the cats puke? Or did the dog relieve herself on the floor? Or yet again, is the toilet clogged? Or is some other neglected home repair rearing its head?

What, I wondered, was it?

I stumbled out of bed, half-conscious, while she dragged me to her room. We hurried to the window.

"Look," she simply said.

I stared out the window to take in one of the most lovely sunrises I've ever seen. All glowing and pink and misty, with wispy clouds and a hint of the blue expanse to come.

I was overcome with the simple beauty of the moment. I was thrilled to think that I've passed on this appreciation for this simple natural beauty. Indeed, nothing was wrong at all. In that moment, all was right.