Looking At, Looking Along

A modern manifestation of a Lewisean observation

Every morning I wake up to my 5:02am alarm, pour the coffee that dripped into the pot as I got out of bed, grab my iPad, and head up to the oversized chair in the bonus room above our garage. When it’s cool, I open the windows to snag the breeze and hear the birds sing their morning songs.

Since my daughter was born last year I’ve learned the importance …