We’re absolutely morning people. Different kinds, but morning people nonetheless!
Brendon is a slow, leisurely-kind of morning person. I, on the other hand, used to be up before the sun, ready to conquer and explore the day by 7AM, no time to waste (I served coffee for two years in college where 4AM was the wake up call and it was during that time where I began to see the beauty in mornings). Once getting married, that changed drastically and I admit I was a little surprised at how easy it was for me to succumb to a new type of morning love.
Now I’m one who basks in the slowness of the early morning, sipping my coffee in bed and taking my time to slowly arise for the day, getting lost in my morning readings, quiet music and side-by-side with the husband preparing for what the day holds for us. And if you can believe it, I’m sometimes being the last to get up first!
Brendon has always enjoyed his mornings, his routine, steady and slow, not missing a single beat of the enjoyment that mornings can bring. He’s the morning person that brushes his teeth, washes his face, and then climbs right back under the covers with a cup of coffee. The type of person that enjoys morning conversations, reading, and exploring new tech that gets him ready to jet start his day.
I love him for this: his commitment to basking leisurely each day, not falling into the rush of what the day can easily bring. He’s always been the savor-the-morning-type of person no matter what type of morning we’re having and I find it so attractive and captivating.
Mornings are not our trouble, just the scarcity of the kind of morning that we absolutely love. If we’re honest, not every morning can be as slow as we desire: there’re many days where a meeting or commitment will rush us out the door. But the slow mornings we get each week, we value and hold sacred.
How about you friends, do you love your mornings?