Today is the first morning in at least a month that I woke up genuinely happy. I felt peaceful. T-rex wakes me up every morning, we go to the potty, and then he watches an hour or two of CG while I lay on the couch having zero desire to be awake. This morning he woke me up, we went to the potty, and then we made a German pancake together for breakfast. As we were making the breakfast, I caught a glimpse of the sunrise. It was beautiful. Perfect. And as we ran outside in the cold to enjoy it on the balcony, I knew it was just for me. I felt the love of our Heavenly Father. He had heard the pleas of my depressed heart. He's ready to help me take on the day to day tasks of being a mom, and help me find joy in it. I grabbed the camera to snap a few pics of the sunrise and as soon as I was done, it was gone. The morning went on. T-rex helped me unload the dishwasher, we ate breakfast, and played blocks. But that sunrise will stay with me, and remind me that He is always there.