Confession. I'm not an early morning person. My body seems to prefer a solid 10 hours of sleep and I'm ok with that.
My mom, on the other hand, loved her early mornings. And by early mornings, I mean up-before-daylight mornings. I'm talking o'dark thirty mornings.
Rumor in our house was that she would have a load of laundry hung on the clothesline before the birds were even awake and a second load in the wash. And if laundry day consisted of washing bedsheets, then you better be up with beds stripped by the time the second load was on the clothesline.
The woman loved her early morning routines and I loved this woman. Oh to just hear her voice one more time as she hollered up the stairs ... "Staci Jo! Time to get up! And throw down your sheets!"
Today is an early start day for me. My body is not yet awake and yet here I am. The birds are singing and the sun is rising. And my heart is flooded with sweet mom memories.
It's going to be a good day.