I awake early in the
morning, long before my daughters’ feet hit the floor signaling the instinctive
awaking of life in the Chase Household. Long before night ends, a new day begins as love blossoms in the dead of night. If I listen closely I can
hear the quiet whispers of love as it comes alive as I drift off to sleep.
The kitchen quietly
rumblings as it rises from its daily slumber with the soft grumbling of the refrigerator,
as it sings a love song barley heard as the dishwasher smiles and dances. The broom and mop hang together, the washer
and dryer are a perfect match as they sit together in harmony. The pots and lids kiss as they do a
tango. All are together and in love.
Love blossoms in the
middle of the night long before my daughters’ feet hit floor awaking the Chase Household.
Abby
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