“Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.”
― Sylvia Plath
I should preface this with the fact that I am not a morning person. In fact before Jessamyn came along I did not do mornings... in any way, shape, or form.... my husband (who is also not a morning person can verify this).
Now though, mornings mean cuddles and tea. Mornings mean tiny baby whispers and slowly growing rituals. Morning has become that sacred space where there are no expectation, no judgment. In these early morning hours we find "us" that comfort and familiarity that comes with doing the same thing again and again... for no particular reason other than because that is how it is and what we do. There is comfort in stumbling out of bed at the first tiny baby squeaks... setting the tea kettle to boil and foggily throwing together breakfast. There is safety in that first greeting and snuggle, after what right now (bedtime) is the longest we are apart throughout the day. It is in these moments between pancakes and giggles, and lets face it often a few sleepy grumbles... we find ourselves. The routine is always the same.. hot water, breakfast, cuddling with bunny, and watching Sesame Street on the couch. Every morning without fail we find ourselves here. I know this wont be forever, there will be school and work, and just life. For now though, in this time, this is our routine, our comfort, and I will hold it close and give it the sacred space it deserves, because this is here, and now, and us.
I would love to hear what your morning routine looks like? Or maybe just a lovely ritual in your own life? As always feel free to follow along on Instagram or Snapchat for a different view into our little wandering life.