Ah, morning...the birds outside are chirping, the sun is starting to rise, and the daily commuters are starting to make their coffee, read the newspaper and leave with their briefcases for another day at work.
Ugh, I'm not a morning person. Never have been, and I'm not sure if I ever will be. Yet, for the past four weeks now I've seen several shades of morning. There's the early-morning, the early-early-morning, the really-early-early-morning, and the so-early-morning-it's-still-practically-night-morning.
Normally I'd be the first to grumble having to get out of bed so early. This morning I didn't grumble. I actually smiled. I went and picked up my crying child, kissed her on the forehead and wished her "good morning" and meant it.
Why? It's a new day.
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