Peace

Okay, so I know I've implied that there is some sort of anamosity about getting up early in our household, but the truth is I'm a morning person. I'm my best until about 3pm and then I progressively go downhill from there.

I
love
early
morning
dog
walks.

But don't tell my husband that!

I roll out of bed at the first stirrings and fidgetings (silent code for mom, time to get up!!!), wash my face, brush my teeth and we're out the door. Usually it's between 6 and 6:30 and it is so peaceful! We maybe run into 5 other people the whole time. The only other beings we regularly have to share the world with at that hour are the squirrels (and I swear they know how to taunt dogs...but I'll write more about that another time).

This morning, I think we saw 3 other dog walkers and 2 other people, one of which was an elderly gentleman who called "Good Morning" across the street with a radiant smile, which I returned. The other was a middle-aged man with a coffee who wanted to know if my dogs were friendly and then cooed at them for a minute or two.

Did I say this already? I like my early morning walks.

It feels good to be up early.

It's peaceful.

I feel like I'm part of something that all those sleeping people are missing out on.

I don't have to rush with the dogs.

There are no people looking annoyed because we're taking up so much of the sidewalk.

It's the best time to be out walking a dog! (Now that I've let you in on my little secret...maybe there will be more of us out there? Who knows!)