is my favorite time of day. Not the abuse of the alarm clock, the achy body sliding out from under warm covers, not the frantic scramble of assembling a decent outfit or dragging the dog out from under the bed to stuff in his crate before stuffing myself in the car…not that kind of morning.

The kind of morning where you have a moment to snuggle and cherish the warmth of the covers, where you deliberately did not set your alarm clock, when your body wakes up naturally because you finally got enough sleep…the kind of morning when you remember that you have already-made-no-waffle-iron-to-clean-today homemade waffles in the freezer that can be reheated to deliciousness in mere minutes, and multiple cups of coffee can be enjoyed out of your favorite chipped mug without worrying about spilling it all over your desk or dress shirt. The kind of morning when it’s raining outside but you love it because you are warm under a blanket and still in pajamas inside and the rain makes everything so much more vibrant and real.

The washer and dryer are humming, the dog is snoozing in the middle of everything, the house is clean and quiet, and the other chores have been pushed aside in favor of a rare morning of time to  sit on the couch and listen to the rain with my husband. The day is fresh and new and hope is real and present and there is peace and joy in my soul. That’s my favorite.

One response to this post.

  1. I loved this. For me, this morning was waking up at 6:30 to a text from a faraway friend, then catching up with Mad Men while snuggled up with my kitties and listening to the rain. I do love mornings like this.


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