Oh No, it's 4 am

I'm sleeping so good, the pillow is just right and I'm snuggled under the soft comforter still and warm, cozy and safe, dreaming of all manner of wonderfulness when what happens but a loud, obnoxious noise enters my perfect fuzzy world, jerking me into reality and the cold morning air that surrounds it. Does this sound familiar? It is my reality. My mornings start early when the sun is just a promise and traffic is not yet flourishing on Atlanta hiways. I usually start my day with the thought, I don't want to go to work. I remember those early years when I would call out to momma and say, I don't feel good. Do I have to go to school. Sometimes I would win the lottery and she would say no, go back to sleep. Boy wouldn't I love to hear that today. But alas it is not meant to be. It is the price we pay for a wonderful blessing of a job in the venue of public service. The fire dept starts early. So it's out of bed with one thought on my mind, COFFEE !!!!!!! The elixir of the new day that is waiting for me just downstairs in the Kuric, calling out to me in subliminal form, inviting me to partake. What would mornings be without coffee? Don't answer that because quite honestly I don't wanna ever find out. A few years ago I gave up coffee for Lent and it was not pretty. It made such an impression on my office that my Chief said I was not allowed to do it again. Well not if I wanted to continue in his employ. Evidently it effected my disposition in a negative manner. I find great happiness in the fact that my oldest daughter, a non-coffee drinker is now employed at Starbucks. Doesn't that just make you smile. So now, on my way to work at 5am I can pull into Starbucks and get my favorite blond roast venti with two shots of peppermint and room for cream from my beautiful little girl and say good morning in the process. I had that privilege today and it was wonderful. It absolutely took the sting out of a fall back Monday with a 6 am fire alarm inspection in Norcross scheduled. Coffee, just the word makes me happy. I was not always a morning person. As a matter of fact, those who know me find it a little amazing that I am now, but there it is And here I am. Rolling out of bed, letting the pugs out for their morning romp and enjoying a cup while spending a few precious moments of quiet time in the wee hours. Actually when you think about it, it's pretty amazing. Early mornings are very special. The world is quiet, my house is at peace, I can sit and actually focus on the day without the clutter of daytime activities clouding the subject matter. God is so there on the early morning. I love the time with him. It always seems to fly by so quickly. But my goodness it is precious. Yep, 4 am is a wonderful time. Now that I think about it. Coffee, pugs, quiet time, all in all pretty amazing.