My morning started before the sun had risen. I was awakened by the sound of my babbling three month old. She smiled at me and tried to grab my face as I nuzzled her. I could see in the twinking of her eyes that she was awake. I was tempted to try and lull her back to sleep but decided to seize the opportunity of the early rise that was presented to me. We came downstairs so as to not wake up my toddler or my husband. It’s not often I get time alone with just my infant. She giggled, smiled and nursed. She was so content that I got a load into the laundry and also cleaned out her nose without too much fuss. 

I had planned to get her dressed in warm clothes so we could sit outside and watch the sunrise together but alas the early morning became too much for her and she drifted back off to sleep.  Now here I am awake at 630 in the morning with both my children asleep. 

I decided to catch the sunrise by myself. It has been some time since I had a morning to myself. I made myself some mushroom coffee, quickly fed my sourdough starter that I was supposed to feed last night, grabbed my Bible, and my phone.  Here in the mountains of Pennsylvania the mornings are usually in the mid 50s it’s a reminder that fall is soon approaching. I sat outside with my hot coffee and a small Pocahontas blanket that I’ve had since I was a child wrapped around my shoulders.

So far this morning I managed to do a load of laundry, read my Bible and write this blog post. The icing on the cake will be if I manage to go in the house and do a little yoga before my morning really takes off.

For weeks I’ve been trying to figure out how to situate my morning so I can do all the things that bring me joy before breakfast. Today was pretty much spot on. I may not get many days like this but I truly recognize and appreciate each day that I do.

Its funny that out of all the topics I want to and will eventually talk about on this blog, the topic I write about most are my mornings. There is something so inspiring about early mornings taking in the beauty of the start of a new day, listening to the crickets, watching the birds move about the sky, watching the roofer down the block work on a house , thanking the trash man as he grabs my recycling who always comes into my yard and grab my trash if I forget to put it out, watching my neighbor feed her chickens. All of these simple everyday but beautiful moments that make you happy to be alive.