Since Marc and I were first married, a morning coffee has been one of our traditions. Whoever is up first puts on the kettle, and the quietness (pre-child) of the morning coffee while our eyelids unfolded, well, that was a sacred time.
Now morning coffee still happens but in a different way. Sips are slurped in between reading stories about Hippopotamuses (Hippopotami?) and Peter Rabbit and Hungry Caterpillars. They are in between great adventures of hanging laundry and blowing bubbles and making new number one singles on the piano.
I never knew mornings could be so busy.
I used to get up early, before work, and go for a run, or write in my journal while munching on toast. I know those days will return and mostly I do not mourn them. What I appreciate, is that the morning coffee ritual has continued, even if I drink mine mostly cold.
And reheat it several times…
What is your favourite morning ritual that you adhere to, no matter how crazy the mornings get?









