Morning

I am not a morning person in any way shape or form.. Unless you count going to bed around 2:00 in the morning being a morning person. I think the best and am the most productive around 11:00 pm. Weird? Yeah.

But this morning, my husband had to be at work by 6:00 and the poor guy didn't get up until 5:54. Luckily I woke up and woke him. In all the rush to find his work shoes and get out the door on time, I was wide awake. So I decided to get up and make some coffee and oatmeal and actually see a sunrise.

There is something about the morning I think I have been missing out on. The sunrise quietly slides up into the sky not asking for attention, but just greeting me softly. I made breakfast without speaking to anyone and enjoyed my food slowly. There was no rush, no deadline, no time. I am sitting here on the couch wrapped in a blanket, enjoying the quiet.

I am not saying that I am going to become a morning person, but I think there is something to be said about the stillness, the peace, the silence that accompanies getting up earlier to remind us that life doesn't have to be all so fast paced.

It is so nice to just breathe.