|A morning visitor patrolling for breakfast|
As a teen, I wanted to sleep through them. As a working adult and mom, I rushed through each morning, so busy getting my children ready for our daily lives. It is these special mornings--like today--when there isn't a schedule full of events and a twinkling of an idea has awakened me that I truly like the morning hours. Perhaps it is the promise of a new day or the opportunity to begin writing without interruptions (excluding certain feline visits where my Maine Coon mistakes my leg for a scratching post) that I find appealing. All I know is my brain is awake, the Keurig is brewing, and I'm listening to Noelle tell me how her story is to be told.