This morning I was toasted by a two-year-old
Who raised her orange juice glass to mine and said, “To you!”
She brought the morning; she moved a mountain;
She brought flowers out of barren land and sunlight from darkness
What a way to start the day–affirmed and celebrated!
So here’s to you.
Familiar faces at my breakfast table!
Here’s to smiles, sleepy kisses and theological questions at dawn!
Here’s to unbrushed teeth, unmade beds, and unpicked-up clothes!
Here’s to dirty tennis shoes with one blue sock and one brown!
Here’s to last night’s scores and news told before I read it!
Here’s to my cold cup of coffee, to the lunch forgotten!
Here’s to the little girl who wants ice cream with her eggs!
Here’s to the daddy who thinks that’s funny!
Here’s to the man who loves us so and lets us know!
I cherish you who breakfast with me.
You are sun in my rain–sustenance and star.
This is from Reaching for Rainbows: Resources for Creative Worship by Ann Weems
