I love the mornings and I always have. I am often the first to wake in my house. Some days, I throw on a jacket and go for a quiet stroll. Other days, I rise early, slip into the kitchen to make coffee, and settle down to read. I embrace the solitude I’ve carved out for myself. I enjoy knowing most of the neighborhood is still sound asleep as I cradle my warm coffee mug. Each day, I look forward to spending time with my own thoughts and a good book. I wake with a purpose. Peace begins my day. Soon, my son awakes, finds me, and gives me my morning hugs. I smile and tell him, “we are the early birds”. He smiles back, knowing this time is special. My mornings are simple but quite dear to me.