I am the friend in the group that can be termed "grandma."
Oddly, I'm ok with that, I've even come to calling myself that.
I don't know why I like mornings, but this morning I got a taste of why I do.
I am an extrovert, to the max! I'm always talking, always doing something, but in the mornings, it's just simple. I don't say anything, I don't even sing-which is unusual for me. There is a seeming peace in the mornings that I just love to sit and soak up. Usually I have worship music going, and if I get up early enough that I'm not running around my house like a chicken with my head cut off, it is literally the most enjoyable part of my day. Just sitting and thinking and sipping my coffee is the best thing. So I'll just continue to go to bed early and get up early, until, at some point, mornings aren't enjoyable anymore.
But I hope and pray that never happens.
