I have been awake since five o'clock this morning. I was dead asleep until I heard that faint cry over the baby monitor. You know the one. The one that makes a mama's heart leap and sleep suddenly evades you. I love this moment. Even though I don't really want to escape from my nice, warm bed, I do so with ease. My little boy needs food and I'm not going to keep him waiting--I've waited all my life for this moment.
The early morning quiet is like nothing else. I think I may be a morning person--once I'm up that is. The beauty of a waking world is never lost on me. When we are in the middle of nowhere, at our cabin, the mornings are my favorite time. I wake to the sound of the lapping water as it gently tugs at the shore side. I listen to the birds sing and the gentle breeze rustle the pine trees. The coffee begins to percolate and everything starts to slowly move. The sun casts beautiful colors across the sky and all I want to do is sit, watch, and wait for the moment that it breaks the horizon.
I love these types of mornings. After he goes back to sleep, his tummy full to the brim, I am able to enjoy the quiet and stillness of the early day. My man is asleep, the dogs are still curled up, and the coffee just tastes and smells so good. I sit and read and absorb the goodness of life. I listen to an occasional car swish past on their way to work. But mostly, I submerge myself in the silence. Thank you Lord.
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