A Quiet Morning.

It was 6:45 a.m. and both of my babes were upstairs sound asleep. I don’t normally wake up a minute earlier than I have to, but after waking early to feed the baby I decided to stay up. I put her back to sleep, and quietly tiptoed downstairs. I put on a pot of coffee and made myself breakfast. An actual breakfast. I sat at my kitchen table and ate my breakfast alone,  in the quiet. I was tempted to turn on the news or put on some music. But instead I sat there silently, basking in the solitude. I love mornings with my sweet loves… but there was something really nice about having the morning to myself. I took the time to savor every sip of my coffee, while reading a few chapters in my Bible. 

It was such a lovely way to start the day. I would love to get into the habit of doing it often, but sleeping longer is always so irresistible. But I think I may try to do it at least a few times a week. To have balance and time for myself. 

It’s a beautiful day. I hope you enjoy it. 

With Love, 

Monika