Finger Painting From Her Heart

Mornings are mornings...a scramble, a juggling act of packing lunches, finding jackets, hugs, backpacks, checking faces, checking hair....Mom on duty. Melissa often escapes this by hiding in her room or heading on out to the morning mist to wait for the bus. When I found this after all the hustle and bustle was done, after the bus had rolled away and I stood outside with my coffee and my keys...I stopped dead still and felt it in my heart.