Im going to attempt to paint a picture for you of what my poor family has to endure during the mornings with me. My husband wakes up usually a good hour before I do. He gets up and goes and gets in the shower. This man has pulled out his socks, underwear, lovely tan t-shirt, uniform, and boot blousers (yes he still uses them) the night before, so that he doesnt wake me up. My girls usually get up about 15 minutes later. I can hear them getting ready upstairs. All three other members of my family get up with no complaint and very little noise. I know all of this because during this hour, my alarm goes off about the same time my husbands does. I have yelled at it, called it names, rolled over onto my husbands side of the bed and fallen back asleep. His pillow has some sort of magic power that sucks me back in.. Im convinced. I get up because some member of my family, usually my 15 year old, comes walking in with coffee.The force is strong with this one. Oh, Sweet, blessed, nectar of the gods coffee. I stumble into the living room, looking like what I can only imagine is like watching a zombie come into the living room. My hair all over the place, dragging my leg behind me, grasping onto coffee like its the cure to cancer or something. Seriously, this morning I was wearing an Army sweatshirt over a night gown??!! Who does that? My husband is always together.Looking all cute in his uniform. Hes all in a good mood, joking with the girls, eating some sort of leftover dinner for breakfast. Im sitting there trying use a Jedi mind trick to shut them up. But, you know what.. every morning.. every single morning he says Good morning beautiful... Every morning. If he leaves before I get up.. I get a text. I know I look like hell, Im not being sweet, and he still says it. Slowly the coffee seeps in and I become a human. Sometime after this, my kids become actual pain in the butt teenagers and my husband after dealing with the army all day is worn down and I become the wife and mom I am. This is what I was thinking about as I took the girls to school today. How grateful I am for mornings. I HATE getting out of bed, but if I didnt I wouldnt get to hear the good morning beautiful and the sounds of my loved ones in the kitchen. The sound of your loved ones, the smiles, the laughter are the types of things that make life worth it. Its worth putting up with some of the really, really bad. So heres to the little things. The make life so wonderful..... and coffee :) Love yall. Have a Great Day!! ~Jess
Posted on: Wed, 21 Jan 2015 19:35:52 +0000
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