It wasn’t pretty …

I went out last night and didn’t get home until after 1 a.m. this morning. I was pooped by the time I got home and I fell asleep pretty quickly. I woke up about 4 hours later realizing that I hadn’t moved much. Apparently I had decided that it was comfortable to sleep with my face smooshed. Yikes. You know how it’s adorable for a little child to wake up with pink cheeks and sheet creases all over their little faces after a hard sleep? It’s down right precious! Um. It’s not the same way for an adult. Trust me, there is nothing cute about it.

Well, I hope you all have a day that starts off prettier than mine!!!

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Pink skies and an easy run …

Some mornings are ROUGH getting out there to get my miles in. And let’s not talk about how hard even a short run can be on those days. UGH.

Then there are mornings like today.

I woke up before my alarm, I hopped out of bed and I took off. I didn’t have a long run scheduled but my miles just seemed to fly by. They weren’t forced. It was wonderful being IN that zone when running feels to come naturally for me. This certainly DOES NOT happen every day. But it happens enough.

My morning gifts didn’t end there. As I was finishing my run I was rewarded with an breathtakingly beautiful sky. This is usually when the tears flow. I can’t help it. How can I? There is something that overwhelms me at the break of dawn, when the clouds make a perfect filter for the spectacular colors changing behind them. Maybe it’s the feeling of hope. Or perhaps it’s an appreciation for second chances and new beginnings. I’m not really sure. But I can say, that for this runner, mornings don’t get much better than this.

Well, I hope you all have a day that easy going and decorated with pink skies!!!

Sucked back into reality …

I slept in this morning. For me anyways. I’m sure I know people who will be asleep for HOURS after my sleeping in ended, HA! Once I realized what time it was I was proud of my body for taking what it needed … and pretty darn amazed that no one woke me up! As I laid their basking in the wake of a great night’s sleep, thoughts of everything we have to do today started to creep in. Actually it was more like A TIDAL WAVE OF ADULTHOOD crashing onto my little island of paradise (my bed) and dragging me out to sea like a RIPTIDE OF RESPONSIBILITY. So … I got up. Ugh.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you don’t get sucked back into reality!!!

A line in a Dr. Seuss book …

This morning’s laughter started early here. Which is always a good way to begin the day! To be honest, I was so sleepy when I woke up that I’m not really sure what happened was all that funny. But it certainly got me going, so I’ll take it.

Despite waking up before my alarm clock went off this morning I just laid in my bed until the last possible minute. Libs usually gets herself up, but I always make sure she is up by a certain time. She has a range of when she likes to get up. But because I didn’t want to get up, I pushed it to the very end.

Now, I have been known to wake my kids up in silly ways, with songs, etc. but today was not one of those days. I had one job to do in my groggy state and that was to tell Libs what time it was and that she needed to get up and start getting ready for school. No fun or funniness planned just sharing some pertinent information. And that is exactly what I did … and then I immediately started laughing.

LIBBY LU, IT’S 6:42!

OK, maybe it’s not that funny to randomly find yourself rhyming when you are wide awake and it’s the middle of the day. But it sure was when I could hardly keep my eyes open! Libs just looked at me and shook her head. I’m sure deep down she thinks I waited until that exact time, just so I could say it that way. But I promise, I didn’t! I guess after 17 years of waking my kids up with laughter, being funny just seems to come naturally.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you sound like a line in a Dr. Seuss book!!!

Rolling over (some days are harder than others) …

I am wildly familiar with the pains of working out and running. After decades of exercise I can attest that keeping fit, often keeps you sore. But every once in a while I work out so hard that the level of soreness I wake up shocks even me. Holy moly! And it literally hits me the second I wake up, open my eyes and try to move. Ouchie.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you are able to roll over!!!

The sweet sound of family …

I love Sunday mornings. I usually wake up before everyone else like usual but I’m not rushing to do anything or to go anywhere. I enjoy the silence of the house. And even more, the sounds of everyone eventually waking and coming to find me. I have grown to love this routine. When we travel it is somehow even better. There is even more calm and silence before they wake. There is no rushing at all. I relax. Drink my coffee. Write. There is also an excitement looming regarding whatever adventure we have planned for that day. Then, I wait and listen to hear them wake. It’s different when we travel. With a family as large as mine we usually require a suite or at least two rooms to accommodate all of us. Even with the space, the sounds of our Sunday are different. The closer proximity allows me to hear their breathing and movement that often reminds me of when my crew were babies. They are definitely not babies anymore. Sid and George are adults now. In September Libs will be turn 15 and Reese, 8. Sometimes I can’t believe how much time has passed since I first became a mom. It’s honestly mind-boggling. I have been blessed to be home with all of them since day one. I can honestly say that I haven’t missed much of their childhoods. I love when they tell me that too. They appreciate it just as much as I do. I know that because I haven’t missed much that it makes it much harder for me to let go. To have had the privilege of raising them and watch them grow up is the greatest gift God has ever given me. I love them so much. With all the change that is coming, George off to college for the first time and Sid returning to hers, I seem to cherish every moment I share with them collectively even more. They really are my world. And no matter how far away life and their dreams may take them, they will always be my babies. So, it may seem silly to some that I’ve grown to love the sounds of our lazy Sunday mornings, but for this mama, these sounds mean family.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you listen to the sweet sounds of your family!!!