I just did something that happens maybe once every few years. I woke up at 6:15am without an alarm and actually dragged my body out of bed. I’m not sure of all the details that took place to make it happen, but here I sit, drinking coffee, writing, listening to…what’s that?…oh yes, quiet. Quiet is a sound I am not accustomed to in this house.
Andy’s off to an early meeting, kids all still sleeping, sun shining brightly, birds chirping…it’s pretty much the beginning of a Disney movie around here (minus the six loads of laundry staring me down). Don’t look at it, enjoy this moment.
So this is what life is like in the early hours…who knew?