Morning Run

Yesterday, I got up early and went for a 6-mile run in the neighborhood.  As I left the house, it was still dark.  I ran down Belmont Boulevard to David Lipscomb University, through campus, then back up Granny White Pike/12th Avenue and home.  Great fall morning for a run.

As I came in the front door of our house, I head the pitter-patter of little feet upstairs.  J.P. ran to the top of the staircase and yelled down, "Daddy, how was your run?"  "Good!" I responded.  I heard him run back into our bedroom, where he shouted, "Momma, I just talked to Daddy.  He had a good run!"

I smiled all the way to work.