I have always loved mornings.
Though I haven’t always been awake for them.
Morning always hold such promise. I love a good, quiet, peaceful morning. Alex is awake before I am, so I relish the 20 or 30 minutes I get every morning in our room, just me and the quiet of the morning.
I used to enjoy my mornings alone. Well, I had my dog and my cat but they like to sleep the morning away. I would open the windows, work on bible study or something similar and ease into my day.
Things are different now, but I still love the morning.
I don’t spend them alone anymore. After I get out of bed, there’s a little roly poly baby boy waiting to greet me with a million squeals and smiles. That little face is, without a doubt, is the best part of my morning. Better than anything that I enjoyed before he arrived.
Mornings aren’t quiet anymore. But they are peaceful in a different way. Peaceful in the assurance that I am loved, that I have a beautiful little family. That there is a day full of promise.
The quiet will come again. And in the meantime I enjoy these new mornings. My favorite time of day 🙂