Early rising company

Around 6:30 AM on Mother’s Day, my sister, Kelli, sent me some photos of my mother that I had never seen before.

My mother passed away in 2007, so a new photo is such a blessing given I have so few.

I was so grateful and expressed as much.

I’m glad,” she responded. “I’ve been going through all the old pictures today.”

Today.

The first photo arrived at 5:52 AM.

It’s so good to have fellow early risers in your life. People who you can send a text message at 5:00 AM and receive a reply. I have a few of those people in my life:

My sister. A couple of friends.

They understand the glories of an early morning. The stillness of the street. The sound of birdsong outside the window. The transformation from darkness to the warm glow of early morning light.

As Kelli sorted through photos, I folded a load of laundry. Emptied the dishwasher. Fed the cats. Placed a Stop & Shop order. Wrote half a chapter of my book. Done pushups and situps.

Early mornings are glorious but can sometimes feel lonely.

Not so much when you know someone else is awake in the world, doing stuff, too.