Case in point: When my alarm ring a ding dings the most annnnnoying sound in the universe at 5:45, I officially hate life. Then 6:06 where I know I have to get up or I will be extremely late and have to actually step out into the real world one blind step at a time because I cannot, just cannot open my eyes yet.
Every morning I think to myself, "How is it already this early?" And every night I think "Where did the day go?"
Time flies. So fast. It's quite scary.
So at about 6:45 each morning, I just soak that fast paced life in. One of my favorite times of the day (other than the moment I get home from a busy exhausting day to the husband-never knew how much I'd appreciate that). I have about a 20 minutes drive to work each day. That drive....is a blessing.
I have time to drink my entire two cups of coffee, eat my holy shiz I'm going to be late - out of the door breakfast, and listen to a little christian rock. As I drive by the empty fields I just smile every morning taking it in. The country just warms my little soul. I love everything about it.
That moment each morning reminds me of precious moments that can mean so much. Even when they can mean so little to someone else. Those are the moments that keep us sane. Keep us waking up for more (among many other things, obviously).
Or at least keeps me smiling at 6:45.
Cheers to a MONDAY that ended in no sickness, no blood, and thankfully all 18 children still standing.
I think I'll come back for more tomorrow :)