"It's going to be a good day"

It was 7:40ish on Sunday morning. I was sheltered deep in my warm sleeping bag, listening to the sounds of campers stirring around us. Isaac had rolled, in his sleeping bag, to the far low end of the tent, where he nestled against the wall, sound asleep, face pointed upward in the morning light. Christopher snored lightly on the other side of the tent.

I watched Isaac as he opened his eyes, sat up, and looked around. "It's going to be a good day!" he announced, smiling with simple, happy confidence.

Indeed!