King Midas had nothing on this.

Birds chirping, dew drops glistening, and dust motes fluttering, I feel as though I am in a sacred place. I keep quiet and watch as the awe takes hold, and I feel her caress my face with her gentle mothers' hands and hold me close. She used to call me every morning while I lived in North Carolina and say, "The weather is clear here, is it there?" And if I'd reply that it was, she would volley happily, "Then we are looking at the same sun today." And so we are today too, with the warmth and sparkle of our blessings.