Some mornings just need a moment to fall into place. I’m not grasping life by the horns today. That was yesterday’s chaos. Let the chips fall where they may!
My desk is fully visible, sans the mountains tackled yesterday. My to-do list is relatively short.
Instead, I’m choosing to sit back in my desk chair and listen to some acoustic John Mayer.
Early morning devotions. Kids dressed and off to school. Connection with my husband. 10min FitSugar abs workout. My gallon jug of water and a bag of snap peas prepped for snacking at my desk. Mascara and lip gloss applied. Quick drive to work.
Ready. Set. Go.
Grasping life as it comes, but taking a moment to sing a classic.
Isn’t it all about balance? The push vs. the pull? Catch and release? The firm hold and the free falling moment?
I get up about 30 minutes before everyone else, minus the cat, to enjoy quiet time. This morning it was an hour earlier.
As it is the Christmas season, we have our tree up and decorated. I decided to use it for light to read my devotions and a chapter of Isaiah in my Bible.
I lit the fire. Snuggled down in the couch with my blanket, drink and Bible.
I read. I pray. I work to get my heart and soul headed in the right direction before my head starts making plans and going over the schedule.
This time is important for the well-being of everyone under this roof.
But today, I had a talkative 7yr old try to join me. Try is the optimum word.
After 10 minutes of him trying to make small talk, I firmly laid it out that this is mom’s quiet time and there is NO talking. There is also no drum playing on the kitchen counter or finger snapping… or wait, why in the world are you up right now kid?
I’m not going to discuss the wind blowing and making noise. Don’t glare at me when I tell you I can’t talk right now. I did invite him to sit and read quietly if he was interested in doing so.
Now he’s singing in the kitchen and making himself breakfast. I love my morning boy. This morning’s early hour of quiet time has passed and the rush and hum of our morning routine has begun.
It isn’t a great picture. I was trying to be covert.
Aside from the obvious imperfections in my photography skills, I love this picture. It illustrates the love between a little girl and her father. Hugs are given each morning before she or he leaves for school or work.
The bond between father and daughter is truly a special quality.