I never thought that I could grow to appreciate that half an hour or so before the sun rises, in the mornings, when the world is still dark and quiet. To be honest, I never thought my sleepy self could appreciate mornings, at all. Or that long hour or so commute to the school every morning, with the mix of back-roads and interstates that have ended up becoming a lovely pairing to my car's speakers (or the sound of silence, depending on how sleepy of a morning it is).
But, I have. All of it. With a little help from a bit of caffeine from the local coffee shops and my trusty Kuerig machine. To my new friends at Dunkin, Starbucks, and Panera - thank you.
one. I could get used to this.
two. My baby.
eight. What my face looks like early morning, post-coffee.