Something strange happened today. I was on my morning walk own the trail down the road and I saw nobody. I walked for almost two hours and was completely on my own. It was lovely. The air was crisp, the sunlight was golden, the baby was sleeping. It was heavenly, and it was not something I thought would be common for me. I never thought I would be the first person on the trail, early in the morning.

I’ve never been much of a morning person, really. I’ve enjoyed the privacy and rumination of evening too much to for the wee hours to be all that comfortable. But since Roby’s been born, I wake up with her, and she wakes up early. 

This has been the case for the better part of a year now. I’m a morning person, even if I fight it and would almost certainly lapse into my old ways given half a chance. But that chance isn’t likely to come for something like the next decade. 

If near to eight months hasn’t turned me into a morning person, maybe eight years will. I’m not sure how long we’ll have co-sleeping babies in our lives, but probably a while. By the time Roby’s sleeping in her own room, she’ll have a sibling, if we’re all blessed.

I guess I’m a morning person.