Mornings are wonderful!
They just aren't for me.
For many years I tried to be a morning bird. You know early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise. Or the ol' It's the early bird that gets the worm Motto. Regardless of the best laid plans and intentions, regardless of all the metaphors and promises of brighter days...I can't seem to drag myself to bed any earlier than 11 pm...and that is an early night! Maybe it is because... Can you hear that? That is the sound of quiet. It is 9:28 pm right now and everyone has gone to bed. My husband is off running an errand (cheese for mine and baby Derek's birthday dinner ;) And I love the quiet of my time by myself. Don't get me wrong. I love, love, love my cute little (ok, well big) family. But that solace of just me, existing, emails, or facebook, or a yummy book...I just love that late time.
What seems like a million years ago, before I was married, while I was at college I had a Night Owl friend. (Still my friend! But back then we were Night Owls together). It was nothing for us to stay up until 2, 3, 4 or 5 am and talk and talk. I loved all those chats and it bound us together. I miss those many chats and look forward to a future schedule change at my house which may allow more of them in the near future since we are still both night owls. When I get together with siblings we are usually up until the wee hours of morning talking and though I usually pay for it the next day, I love those times. I don't get enough of them with most of my family farther away. I wonder what is it like to be that person who can't wait to hop out of bed when the sun comes up. I don't think I will ever know. When I read the parable of the Bride Groom coming at midnight though, I think good, I will probably be up!
Make it a great day! Only YOU can!
