To say that I'm becoming a morning person would be very untrue and a little laughable. But. That said, I have been rising before sunrise with the babe (she's not a sleeper, I tell you) on the nights when Steve's been up late with her (this too shall pass, this too shall pass.). And there's something so magical about those hours of stillness. So quiet, and fresh, and soft, really. I love the ritual of walking around the house quietly turning things on, opening things up, and clearing out for the day. Adelaide toddles about around me, helping as she does. And then we head to the kitchen, where the coffee is started, and breakfast is begun. A little clean up, singing with my girl, and just as the muffins come out of the oven, the sun begins to rise and shine right in through the kitchen window. Coffee's done. We set out some food, she brings some from her kitchen. And we sit in the stillness. And read or sing. And wait for the pitter patter of little feet above, followed by a "good mor-ning!" from the top of the stairs.
And just as amazing as the stillness is the way in which that stillness turns into noise and life in an instant. Just like that, the day has begun.
{A very happy March 1st to you!}
