morning

morning? already?

it’s early….. and i’m awake again… after another fitful night of sleep 

i’ve probably told you before that i’m not exactly a morning person. but i’m not much of a night person either…. after 9 o’clock, i’ve pretty much zombied-out. 

seems ironic that i married a dairy farmer… {we’re not dairy farming anymore, but the hubs still has that built-in early alarm}

to say mornings are my favourite part of the day wouldn’t be quite true, sure it can be a time of quiet before the hustle and bustle of life begins. a time of reflection. moments of solitude. i envy people who get up early in the morning and do their Bible study, or read their daily devotionals, and spend time in prayer. 

i’ve never been one to get up early to get my day started and/or to linger in the quiet of the house. and since i've stopped working outside of the home, i don’t have to get up early to start my days… but i do find it simply amazing how much one can accomplish in the early hours of the morning.

after i've had a good night's sleep and actually do get up at the crack of stupid {insert 6AM} with the hubs, i find that i do enjoy having our morning cuppa together and talking about our day.

and even though there are times {too many to mention} that i’ve had a rough night and am up through the wee hours of the morning, i am in awe of the beauty as the day unfolds. there’s a certain newness about it. a freshness that says

take care