I love to wake up early.
Let’s amend that. I love to be up early. The waking up part I could save for a later time. We keep a cold house and my bed is comfy, what can I say!?
But on those days when I can roust myself out of bed at a dark hour, brew that first cup of coffee by candlelight and sit and wait for the sun to rise…those are the best starts to any day.
That was never my jam when I was a kid. Before the age of teenage angst and sleeping in until Mom hollered up the stairs at 10am {nobody in our house slept past 10am. Ever.}, rising to greet the sun was easy. The whole day lay ahead of you, ready to be explored. Play, exploring, snacks, creating, running, sunshine and all things outside. Why, oh why, did we ever let that go?!
And, while this session is a beautiful blast from the past, I remember this day fairly clearly. Following big brother Levi around the yard as he skipped over mud puddles, climbed rocks for the sole purpose that he could and otherwise enlightened me to the ways of the world as he viewed them {the best spots to ride his bike, pointing out the places where he liked to chase frogs, that kind of thing}. It was awesome.
Then Mom, Dad and little brother, Beau, joined in on the fun and the breezy morning was filled with more exploring, creating, running, sunshine and all things outside. As it should be.
