Pure Magic

We often joke about being part vampire because we rise in the middle of the night to deliver newspapers, about twelve hundred of them between two vans. People feel sorry for us because it's a seven-day a week a job, which bites when we're sick or tired or both, but overall, we feel pretty blessed to have it.

Conversation between parent and child is looser (and so are the quips) under the cover of darkness. We have inside jokes and secret codes no one else has. We can decipher a WS, WSF, WTFS, FSS, SS, and NOMT. We've witnessed awesome sunrises against the backdrop of praise music and thrown more papers to the sounds of Petra than any other band, YEAH!

Then there are mornings, like today, when the day is cold and the air is crisp, when the only sounds are that of the heater blasting and James Onohan (http://www.jamesonohan.com/) piano music. The combination is pure magic.