My mother would tell you there is something wrong with my wiring. I can’t sleep late. I have vivid memories of my mother showing me what the clock had to look like before I woke her on the weekends.
My husband has had the same conversation with me.
Most Sunday mornings, I run my long run for the week. Today, I decided to savor the morning and run later in the day.
Besides, it is COLD outside!
As I fixed my first cup of coffee, I noticed the message on the Splenda packet.
Be sweet. Pass it on.
Just as I was sitting down to warm my hands and my soul with some some strong coffee, Miss Poopy sounded out from her crib in the bedroom. As we stepped out into the cool morning air, the sky was beginning to light up – much like someone turning up the dimmer switch.
A harsh, “Shhh. No barking!” warning was given to Miss Poopy. The birds were singing as we headed back in to snuggle on the sofa. There is something calming about how needed I am to this little dog. Her sighs, the way she conforms her body to mine, tucking her nose under the blanket give me a sense of things being right with the world. Breathing in her sweet dogginess and relishing this time I have alone, it dawned on me. Sunday morning is my favorite time of the week.