I HATE MORNINGS.

I really do. If you've ever seen me chipper in the morning it can be probably be explained by one of the following:

1) I was on holiday and I'm always happy on holiday

2) I was faking it.

I especially hate THIS morning because Jordan and I were up until 12:30 last night visiting with friends and then up this morning at 6:00 with Oliver and Ben. And because I don't want to deal with the reality of the tired day that lay before me, I've been perusing Mary Oliver's poetry to find a little sunshine to propel me into the pleasant mother my children need me to be today. I think I suceeded in finding a little bit of sunshine and thought I would share it with the rest of you.

Why I Wake Early - Mary Oliver

Hello, sun in my face.

Hello, you who made the morning

and spread it over the fields

and into the faces of the tulips

and the nodding morning glories,

and into the windows of, even, the

miserable and the crotchety –

best preacher that ever was,

dear star, that just happens

to be where you are in the universe

to keep us from ever-darkness,

to ease us with warm touching,

to hold us in the great hands of light –

good morning, good morning, good morning.

Watch, now, how I start the day

in happiness, in kindness.