I am privileged…

to be a mother.

to have a reason to rise early,

to watch the sun begin its morning ascent,

the fog lift its veil from the valley,

the hill shift from mauve to green as the temperature rises.

to feel the cool morning air on my skin.

to hear the first birdsong spiral heavenwards,

the quiet breath of my sleeping family.

to share these moments with the little soul in my arms –

to watch the morning light dance

in the sky blue of her eyes.

5:00 am is now the start of my days… a precious, uplifting  hour before the family stirs. I have the sense that this hour exists only for me.

  • Beautifully put!

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