Mornings are hopping at our home. No really. They start at the 6 o’clock hour and rock from the get-go. It begins with The Great Husband’s alarm going off, then a snooze, then going off, then a snooze, then going off, and if we are lucky, another snooze.
Quinn and I get up and trudge downstairs and start breakfast. Times like these I started to understand the Folgers commercials. As a child, I never got how the smell of coffee could bring someone up out of bed and onto their feet. But now, the smell of coffee is my first kick-start to the day.
I make breakfast for the family (which by the way, consists of a hot breakfast of eggs and toast every morning from his great wife.) Declan hears the commotion and demands to be removed from his
Jeremiah rolls down, clean shaven, dressed for work, with his son in his arms.
His first job when he gets downstairs is playing the day’s anthem.
That’s right an anthem. Each day is different song, because as we know, each day is a different day.
If Quinn is in a sensitive mood, The Great Husband has played Jewel’s “I’m Sensitive”.
If Declan is crabby and crying, he may play to classic, “Don’t Cry Outloud”.
The only standing song is on Fridays. We get the great pleasure of starting every morning with this:
Our anthem defines our day, so it usually is an upbeat, motivational song. One of his favorites:
We all have our styles. I just know that I love starting the day that way.
What’s your anthem today???
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