A Quiet Morning

I have never been much of a morning person. I would give anything for an extra 30 minutes of sleep in the morning. I still struggle cognitively to function until at least an hour after I wake. Now that I am a mom early mornings come without fail every day. I have my own little alarm clock. More reliable than the one on my nightstand, this beautiful munchkin has the whole house awake at 7:00am on the dot. Today was a little different though. I did wake up when my little one did, but Kelly (DH) took her for the morning. I was able to read one of the many unfinished books that have been begging for my attention. I settled down into my cozy bed and shortly it occurred to me that I wasn't absorbing what was in my book. My attention was constantly being pulled to the things happening around me. It was deliciously quiet. My blankets where wrapped around me and the light of the morning snuck through the cracks in the blinds. I was taken by the cool air that gently fell upon my skin. I felt as happy as the birds singing outside. I would venture to guess that most mornings are like this. I am just too wrapped up in the everyday routines to notice. I am a little sad when I realize this but I know the world outside is waiting for me like a loyal pup. I just have to be willing to slow down, take a breath, and soak it in.