A morning person is one who wakes early, feels great, and bounds out of bed ready to greet the day. A night person is one who comes alive after sunset, stays up way after the evening news, and doesn’t understand morning people. I fall into the latter category.
Yet, the other day I had an opportunity to see the benefits of being a morning person. Earl and I had spent the night at his daughter and son-in-law’s home, and we needed to be back in our own home by 9 AM the following morning. It meant rising on a Saturday at 7 AM, throwing on our clothes, and driving the almost fifty miles from their door to ours.
The sun had already risen as we pulled out of the driveway and headed back to St. Joe. It draped the landscape with golden rays that warmed the lawns and trees and spring flowers and caused a gentle mist to rise. There were few cars on the road besides ours, and the drive was most serene.
We arrived home as planned and I saw I still had the entire day ahead of me. Had we slept in our own beds that night, I would just be getting into gear. Only at an hour or so later. I wouldn’t have missed anything in terms of what I wanted to accomplish that day. . . but I would have missed the beautiful awakening of the morning.
It won’t turn me into a morning person; but when circumstances require and I temporarily become one I’m aware that I’m always treated to something special.
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