I miss it. I am a morning person. Have been...even when I was a teenager it wasn't the end of the world for me to get up early. Camping was the best - that crisp air and quietness before the rest of the world joined me.
And over the past few years of my marriage I learned to relish that early morning time as my own. That time when I could make myself a cup of tea, have a can of V8, check my email and just chill out.
Now I get up even earlier (before six most mornings), but my time is currently not my own. The girls wake up between 5:30 and 6:30 almost every morning. And while I lament the loss of my contemplative time, seeing their faces break into a smile simply because I entered their field of vision makes it worthwhile.
Besides, only thirteen short years and they'll start sleeping in again and my mornings will be reclaimed.
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