I woke up this morning to see Fluffy laying at my feet, staring at me, watching me sleep- while fighting his own, all in vain. The clock in front of me showed 9:15, and I knew no matter how hard I tried, I wouldn't make it to the class I loved attending. But at that moment, I felt nothing but gratitude.

Mom had set breakfast, and everything felt so right. It was a routine Friday morning. Dad was cleaning the house. The temperature of water as I washed my face felt just perfect.

It’s these mornings I live for.  Ones filled with gratitude and safety.