I've never been one to appreciate the morning. I've always been a night owl.
This week meant the start of week three of law school for Alex. Week three of our family's new schedule. Week three of waking up at the butt crack of dawn.
As much as I can't believe I'm saying this, I'm starting to like it. I love the smell of the early morning dew fresh on the grass. I love the beautiful sunrise. I love the quiet of the house, with not a sound but the songs of the birds waking.
I'm productive in the early morning. Laundry gets done (and not just washed and then left in the washer, but washed, dried, folded and put away!), crumbs and errant cheerios get swept up and my bed gets made. It is funny to me how these small gestures do so much to make my day run smoothly.
The kids get a hot breakfast and not just cold cereal and fruit. They seem happier in this new schedule. I'm happy for them.
I had a hard time adjusting to Alex being gone all day, but now, instead of being upset about him being gone and dwelling on just how hard raising two kids basically by myself is, I fully appreciate the sacrifices he is making for our family's future. I love him more for it.
It is official. We will survive this. We are Stanfords. We are strong.