This morning the Husb and I crawled out of bed to watch the sunrise. We walked down the private lane in our pjs while the sky slowly brightened. The sky was so many brilliant colors and so bright that B thought we had already missed it.
There is nothing worse than thinking you left the comfort of your warm twin bunk bed only to miss the sun rise. (Yes for a night we squeezed into a bunk bed thinking it would be better than the air mattress in the living room. FYI its not. I would much rather wake up to the smell of breakfast at 6am than lose half the feeling of my body, while squeezed in a bunk til 9am).
Shortly after finding a set of stairs to sit on, a little dot appeared on the horizon. This isn’t a trip I will make every morning, but just once it was worth it. Besides falling back asleep after witnessing the sun rise for one more day was just as sweet as waking up.
How many sunrises have you crawled out of bed for?
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