I would never, ever describe myself as a morning person.
(My dad laughed out loud at that statement.)
I’ve tried to make friends with morning for my whole life. I’ve been known to throw things at my best friend when she dared wake me at an early hour. I envy my husband, who can rise with the sun without a black cloud hovering over his head. He brings me coffee and goes about his morning, knowing that I need more time than most to shake off the remnants of blissful slumber and join the world. It doesn’t matter what time I go to bed or how much sleep I’ve gotten; waking up hurts.
The irony here is that I actually love morning time. Once I’m up, I can appreciate what a special time of day it is. I love the light. I love the quiet. I love the promise of each new day, hours ahead to fill with work or play. Most days of the week, it’s just me and Cholula, and we have our morning rituals and habits together that are our own. She is one lazy beast in the mornings, just like her Mama, but she’s her sweetest with the fuzzy corners of sleep still blurring everything. I especially love the chilly, early days when I shuffle around in my slippers, hearing the birds heralding the day and sipping my beloved coffee.
On weekends, mornings begin as late as we please and revolve around bed. John will bring coffee to my bedside table and snuggle back under the covers, Cholula happily sandwiched between us. It’s her dream come true, the three of us together with her in the middle, both scratching her belly while we chat or read the paper or browse magazines. John’s an excellent chef, but weekend brunch is where he really shines- dancing to reggae music, refilling my coffee, and creating something magical from a few eggs, herbs, and potatoes. They’re by far my favorite meals of the week, and some of my favorite moments together, when morning lasts well into the day.
I came across a post dedicated to mornings on a blog called Enjoy It. Unlike me, Elise is a morning person. But in the same way that I do, she cherishes that time for its calm and comforting routine. She shares photos she snaps as her days are beginning: her sweet baby, the sun rising, lots of coffee. As I write this post, I also realize that I’ve recently purchased two photo books on the subject: A Year of Mornings and My Morning View. Clearly, I’m charmed by the idea.
So, behold: morning, in the eyes of someone who is enchanted by the time of day (but would rather still be sleeping).
*All photos from this spring.
One year ago: Al fresco everything.