GOOD, BETTER, BEST.

It is a good morning when Father gives us treats.

It's a better morning when we can snuggle together in the kitchen light when the sun streams in upon us.





 
 But the best of a morning is when we snuggle close together on the big bed.



I suppose, any morning I am happy is  the best morning to me.

May your days be filled with peace my friends....

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