I know 6am might be a normal wake-up time for some, but for me, it's super early. You see, Molly was the type of baby to sleep in until at least 8 or 8:30. Even if I woke up at 7, that gave me plenty of coffee and Jesus time before she woke up.
But this little guy?
It's 6am. Sometimes 5:30.
Awake and kickin. Kicking my tail, that is. *grin*
For about the past couple of weeks, it has been really frustrating to me. I've woke up grumpy, angry, and reeking of selfishness.
But this morning, I woke up with a fresh perspective that I pray sticks with me.
This is a phase of life. It will pass.
I hear too often:
The days are long, but the years are short.
And I want to soak this up. I don't want to look back on these years and remember wishing them away because certain moments are difficult. I want to cherish the good moments and let them outweigh the bad.
Maybe that's easier said than done, but heck, I'll try!