Each morning, near 5:20 am, I am reflecting on my daily bible reading and devotions. A hot cup of tea keeps my frigid hands warm. I am completely ready for the day — skirt; make up; bags packed — savoring the quiet moments before it is full throttle.
Today at 5:23 little feet patter down the stairs. Good morning hugs and she is off to get dressed and face the day. 5:24 a little voice sweeps down the stairs, Momma I need you. More morning hugs. 5:27 I’m attacked by the first grader — fully dressed (including shoes, mind you) — with still more hugs. Three young children, bright eyed, ready to start the day before 6 am. Perhaps they need a later bedtime.
Somewhere deep inside of me I am reminded that this is better than those sweet serene moments that are suppose to start the day. I am reminded to oppress my selfish attitude — who am I to need time alone? I am reminded that these sweet days are numbered. Someday, not too far away, mornings will be a time of having to get up and wanting to stay in bed and rushing — I can’t even begin to imagine a morning routine involving three teenagers. I don’t have to today, because today we even had time to snuggle with a book.
Unhurried. Finding the magic in the middle of living. Capturing a life of ridiculous grace + raw stories.