Better than coffee.

Let’s just say I’m not a morning person.

I’ve always wanted to be. I’ve tried, I really have. But at 37 years old (wait, what?), I’ve learned that this is just a part of who I am. People close to me know to steer clear until coffee has taken effect.

But today was different. I was up and laughing before 8:00AM (not at all the norm- the timing OR the laughing). This morning’s alarm was my phone buzzing away on my side table, sharing the joyous news that my close friends welcomed a baby girl last night. I squinted through happy tears at the photo of that perfect brand-new being first thing in the morning and thought, What a beautiful day.

Don’t get me wrong- I still needed coffee.

Welcome to the world, little one. I can’t wait to meet you!