Something I’ve learned about myself over the years is that I seem to function much better - emotionally, spiritually, physically - when I manage to start the day early. Luke has been waking up earlier than usual the past few weeks, so instead of fighting it and trying to put him back to sleep, I’ve been going on a nice walk through the neighborhood. As I look back over the past 8 years of having babies, nursing, meeting the demands of young children day in & day out, I find that I'd usually need sleep more than a walk (I’d consider myself lucky if I got either of those, ha!), but I’m glad to be getting into the groove of starting my day earlier.
Luke is my serious little soul. He listens to me talk and pray as we enjoy the serenity of those morning hours. I think our spirits understand each other. :)