I woke before 5am today, when my littlest came and snuggled into bed next to me. After she’d had enough cuddles she flopped over and went back to sleep, but I lay there, unsure of the time, and decided that rather than try for more sleep I’d get up and start my day before the kids.
It’s not often I get to do this – they are usually earlier birds than I – which is a shame because this used to be the time of day I most enjoyed writing, and now it’s the time of day where people start to wake and fill the space with noise.
At least this morning I have a little solitude. I lit a candle, and I stand here in this dark room just enjoying the quiet for a little longer.