And it was there on my back porch where I started hearing the birds. The birds always sing in the morning, I thought to myself. No matter how long of a day I had had the day before, no matter what kind of sleep I had gotten or hadn’t, no matter how well-behaved the children were or weren’t, no matter if I had felt that my husband and I had connected with each other or not…The birds always sing in the morning. It was as if they brought me perspective of a clean slate and a fresh start with each dawn’s cheery song……