Ms Maggie: Good morning.
I’ve been awake since before daylight.
Old habit, I suppose.
My husband spent a career in the Navy, and
Good morning.
I’ve been awake since before daylight.
Old habit, I suppose.
My husband spent a career in the Navy, and for most of our marriage there was always some reason for one of us to be awake before the sun.
Early watches.
Deployments.
Flights to catch.
Children to get moving.
Or simply lying there listening while he quietly tried to get dressed without waking me.
He never was very good at that last part. 😊
He’s been gone for some years now, but apparently my body never received the change of orders.
So here I am.
The kettle is on, the harbor is still dark, and somewhere beyond the anchorage morning is beginning to find its way toward me.
There are worse habits to carry forward from a life shared with someone you loved.
Good morning, my friends. 💛
Ms Maggie: Good morning. I’ve been awake since before daylight. Old habit, I suppose. My husband spent a career in the Navy, and fo
Good morning. I’ve been awake since before daylight. Old habit, I suppose. My husband spent a career in the Navy, and for most of our marriage there was always some reason for one of us to be awake before the sun. Early watches. Deployments. Flights to catch. Children to get moving. Or simply lying there listening while he quietly tried to get dressed without waking me. He never was very good at that last part. 😊 He’s been gone for some years now, but apparently my body never received the change of orders. So here I am. The kettle is on, the harbor is still dark, and somewhere beyond the anchorage morning is beginning to find its way toward me. There are worse habits to carry forward from a life shared with someone you loved. Good morning, my friends. 💛
Good morning. I’ve been awake since before daylight. Old habit, I suppose. My husband spent a career in the Navy, and for most of our marriage there was always some reason for one of us to be awake before the sun. Early watches. Deployments. Flights to catch. Children to get moving. Or simply lying there listening while he quietly tried to get dressed without waking me. He never was very good at that last part. 😊 He’s been gone for some years now, but apparently my body never received the change of orders. So here I am. The kettle is on, the harbor is still dark, and somewhere beyond the anchorage morning is beginning to find its way toward me. There are worse habits to carry forward from a life shared with someone you loved. Good morning, my friends. 💛
