Though I must admit, a hot, tasty cuppa joe with hazelnut creamer does seem to start my day off on the right, comfy-cozy foot.
Overall, however, I'd have to saythat for me, the best part of waking up each day is precisely that: waking up.
Yes, as I age, I find that the moment my eyes flutter open and my brain kicks into gear and signals to me the start of another morning here on this glorious earth, I think, Yay! I have lived to see another day!
Indeed, as we all know, tomorrow is promised to no one. Hence, it is my strong belief that we must celebrate each day we are blessed with.
That is why, while living for a short time in South Carolina with my wonderful friend, Mary, last year, I started each day by waking up to the smell of java brewing (signaling Mary was up and at 'em), and then I would run to my bedroom window, throw it open, breathe in the fresh, warm Myrtle Beach air and shout, "Good Morning, South Carolina!"
Then I would run downstairs, smiling and giggling, and do what Mary and I have come to call my happy dance...clapping my hands and kicking my legs side to side...
|Sunrise Over Myrtle|
Now, back in Iowa, on this, the last day of February, I dare say I did not greet the morning by throwing open my bedroom window. For starters, the window is frozen shut.
And everything is on one level at my house, so there is no running downstairs.
And though John would most likely find my happy dance entertaining, the cold weather and my advancing age have seemingly teamed against me to cause much morning stiffness in all my joints so there is no kicking my legs side to side. And clapping would only scare the cats.
And (need I state the obvious?), sniff, there is no beach at which to catch a sunrise.
My husband! My son! My other family and friends!
And the fact that I don't have to go to work today until noon! And when I do go to work, I get to work with some great and funny folks at a wonderful hometown grocery store where there is always someone coming through the door to talk to.
Yes, my legs ache from standing on my feet all day, and my shoulders are sore from schlepping groceries, but every day at Frohlich's Super Valu is a chance to reach out to a fellow Coon Rapidian with a friendly smile and a quick chat. Even on the dreariest of Iowa winter days.
|Sunrise Over Coon Rapids|
I prefer to call it my offer of hope and a morning smile to those friends and family from across the miles.
Hold on! I see snippets of pink! OMG! The sun! Be back in a few!
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The sunrise this morning was absolutely precious!
|Oh, what a beautiful morning!|
(Yes, passersby, that was me, donned in sweat pants, John's old blue hoodie, my Sony digital swinging from my neck, as I huffed and puffed my way up North Street -- in frigid temps, no gloves -- to the top of the hill. Just in the nick of time!)
Frozen, I am. But happy! And smiling!
It is, without a doubt, a beautiful morning! And I am ecstatic to be here to see it!
Time for one more cup of coffee with hazelnut creamer before I start posting my pics on Facebook.
Maybe the best part of waking up (after being thankful I woke up) is Folgers in my cup...and a beautiful Iowa sunrise!
To the morning, my friends! Don't miss yours!