I have discovered a new love.  Thanks to my son, I often wake up quite early.  So much so, that I’m finding that even when he’s not with me, my body still wakes up in the 5 o’clock hour.  Part of me thinks longingly of the days when I’d sleep in until 9 or 10, but the other part of me loves it.

I’ve always loved a sunrise.  The world is still mostly sleeping, and the sun comes up, the birds wake and start to sing, and all seems lovely.  I love that quiet.  It’s even better if I’m lucky enough to have a cup of coffee with me, but even when I don’t, it’s in those quiet moments that I gather my strength for the day.

It is in those moments that everything falls away and I can just revel in that minute.  Stresses or challenges that I’m tackling don’t matter.  All that matters is that sun coming up and starting the day.

Good morning Neverland.