Mornings
I am not a morning person. Once I’m up, I’m pretty good to go, but getting out of bed is probably the toughest chore I have to accomplish all day. I hate mornings.
But twice a week, I get up when Caleb does now, giving my wife a few mornings to get a couple extra Z’s. When I hear Caleb begin making some noise around 6:15am (or earlier at times), I slowly come to and lay there dreading the idea of stepping out into the cold world away from my covers. I’ll usually, finally, get myself to move somewhere between 6:45 and 7. For some of you that’s no big deal, in fact, it’s late. Again though, for a night person, it’s torture.
But then I walk into Caleb’s room. I pick him up and see the smile on his face and my day is all of a sudden a million times better. Those mornings are some of the greatest times hangin out with my son. We play together. We laugh together. Until I can tell he’s getting a little hungry and I get to feed him. Here’s some pictures we took on the Macbook Pro this morning while we were hanging out:
I mean, just look at that face! It makes waking up on Tuesdays and Fridays, two of the earliest mornings in my week, two of my favorite mornings in the week.
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