Tuesday, January 15, 2013
The dark of the morning is quiet and still. I wake early each day with the desire to get a few things done before I hear the pitter patter of little feet across the pine floor.
Before my little man, mornings were my time. I was an early bird, up before the sun and well on my way to a great day before many people thought about getting out of bed. But with a little man who enjoyed cluster feeding and snuggles in the morning, my early mornings were a thing of the past...until a few weeks ago.
I have been sneaking, and I mean sneaking, out of bed in the early morning hours trying to get my time back. I have seen 5am, 5:30am, 6am...the little man, I have discovered, is quite the light sleeper from 5 to 6am, so the sneak factor is high to get out before 6am.
Once up my first stop is the kitchen, in the glow of a little lamp the kettle goes on for hot water and a squeeze of half lemon. Then off to get dressed followed by a bit of time catching up on my writing, reading, or crafting...whatever I feel like.
It feels good.
Good to be up in the dark stillness of our home. Good to get a few things done. Good to have just a few moments to myself before the day begins. Good to just be.