early...

I don't have to be to work until 9:00am on any given day. But today I had to be here by 7:20am... which really doesn't happen that often, but when it does, I oddly love it. I used to consider myself a morning person... I loved the smell of mornings and the dampness on our lawn.... In high school we had a morning swim practice that I used to love to go to. Now, I'm sure that my mother thought I hated it since I complained, but secretly, I loved the mornings. These days I love coffee and morning news, I love watching the sun come up. I love feeling like the day is less populated and that just me and a few other people live there alone...

In a strange twist of fate, I married a night owl. He loves night time... he can stay up late, or all night and feel right at home. And then he can sleep in like nobody I've ever seen. He rivals my older sister who LOVES her sleep. So, slowly but surely, my hours have adjusted. I stay up later than I am used to, and I sleep in much later than I ever have. The bonus of sleeping next to him is worth it, but sometimes I miss my mornings.

So, this morning, when I was required to get up at the crack of dawn, I felt great. Now I am feeling refreshed and happy. The sun is shining and the fact that I saw it come up from my window at 30 Rock is amazing.