Mornings are a struggle.
I never get enough sleep, even when I hit snooze three times. I’m sweaty from forgetting to turn the heater off overnight and I don’t have time to shower. I need to feed the crying cat and try not to trip over her when she tries to bite my ankles. I have no idea what to wear, and I definitely don’t have time to put on makeup. I didn’t pack a lunch like I said I would, and I don’t feel like taking out the trash I was supposed to take out yesterday.
Most mornings will play out this way.
But sometimes my sleeping prince will roll over while I’m trying to be as quiet as can be, getting dressed in near darkness, and he’ll say, eyes still closed,”Wake me up before you leave. I need to see the new clothes you were talking about yesterday. I want to see how cute you look.”
And for the first time in what seems like forever I’ll smile. Because when I think all I want to do is evaporate and be completely forgotten, I am reminded of the joy of being heard when I thought no one was listening. I remember that even when I’m feeling completely drained, it takes little to no effort to be kind, and show someone you love them.
It’s been raining for days, but today there is sun and a reason to be thankful.