During the week, I find myself waking up almost automatically at 5:45. Never mind that, I have an alarm set for that time. But, such has been my life for the past 3 years. My body clock is trained. I am awake and ready to go. As a family, we follow the same routine every morning. Somebody’s in the shower by 6:30, then 6:45. Breakfast is served and lunches are made. A rundown of the schedule for the evening and by 7:30 everybody is out the door on their way to school and work.

This is why Saturday mornings are so special. We might sleep in an extra 30 minutes or so. We don’t have to have the rush of a weekday morning. Whether it’s our daughter joining us in bed for an early morning snuggle or our youngest son begging for us to fix him breakfast. There is that brief moment, just after the sun has risen. We can take a pause and bask in God’s splendor. There’s nowhere to go, nowhere to be at least right away.

This morning was different

A few months ago we moved our 4-year-old daughter, Greta, our of her crib. Early on we had a lot of issues with her not staying in her bed. But of recent, she’s been pretty good about sleeping through the night. We found a magic comforter that she loves. Nevermind that it was a Christmas gift for my wife. It just works.

Well this morning, we woke up with her between us. It was actually pretty nice to wake up and see her sleeping peacefully. I have always enjoyed watching our kids sleep. The little twitches smiles and stretches. A couple of months ago, I would have woken up tense from trying to give her space. This morning, it was nice. How far we have come.

It’s a momentary respite amidst the hustle and bustle of a normal week in our household. You have to step back and enjoy these moments. I will remember these moments after my kids have all left the house.