Sunrise through her eyes

I'm so rarely up to see the sunrise.  It comes awfully early which is a shame because it is a thing of beauty.  Some mornings, it announces itself with fanfare as if to say "Look at me world!  I'm here and I am bringing you life".  Other days, it creeps quietly over the hills, through the trees, and brushes you gently, comforting. 

I am fortunate enough that Becca is up everyday to greet the sun.  Even more fortunate when she takes pictures like this: