I love when I wake up and look at the clock and realize I have an hour or two before everyone wakes up.
My morning is going to stretch out before me like a gift. The pure sweet quiet. Just the click of the keys, the dog snoring on the couch.
There is a lone light in the kitchen where I sit with my keyboard, a mug of strong coffee and the quilt that my grandmother made me to wrap up in if I feel a chill.
My kids are safe and warm and sleeping and dreaming in their beds. It’s moments like these when I think why would I ever need anything, anything else.
Truth be told, mornings can be all kinds of things around here. But this is my favorite way to start the day.
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