Early Morning

I have a fondness for the morning that I lacked as a teenager.

We made it to California safely, aside from a few drivers trying to push us off the road. I’ve determined Washington drivers don’t know how to merge, Oregon drivers don’t know how to hold a steady pace and California drivers are too distracted… Seriously, drinking smoothies and deciding they need to be exactly where we are, without checking to see that we are there first, twice. It was an interesting drive, but one I would not look forward to retracing any time soon, for various reasons.

It’s just after 9:30am. I’m up, dressed with makeup and hair done, and I’m working on my first cup of coffee of the day. Ready to go… but the baby is sleeping, so I wait. You’re probably thinking, most people are up and dressed by nine, if not much earlier, right? But life as a stay at home mom to a very high needs baby does not usually go so smoothly. This morning he had play time with Grandma and Grandpa before they headed out for their errands while I got ready.

And now that he’s down for his first morning nap, instead of racing around trying to get ready in what could be as little as twenty minutes, I just get to sit here. I get to listen to the music of the half dozen wind chimes just outside the window and relax. Mornings aren’t so bad. I’ve got a heart full of thoughts, a mind full of questions and the whole day ahead of me.

This feels like a post about nothing, and in many ways it is.. but I am sitting exactly where I have been before.

Everything is different. Everything is the same.



Remind Me

I’ve got a husband at work and a baby dreaming in his carseat at my feet. Day one of dropping the sailor off at work, complete. In hindsight, getting a second car before having a baby would have been nice.. but it is no way a necessity.

My Mom always said I got my “get up and go” from my Dad. Sure enough, when the bumble butt started fussing to eat at 4:30am, I was pretty much ready to leave the house thirty minutes after. It is a simple attribute that I heavily relied on during my college years, and will likely need the next few weeks as well.

So remind me, in a few days or a week or so, when my eyes are bleary from lack of sleep (and a wonky sleep schedule at that), that I sort of enjoy early mornings. That the sun rising over a mountain range can be a beautiful thing, and that it’s much easier to navigate the city when there are only a few dozen cars on the road. To be thankful for the small amount of time I have my husband’s attention each morning; to be able to talk about all those random dream-thoughts, future plans and what not.

I am sure at some point I will be too tired to remember the good.