That's not to say I jump right out of bed.
The view is incredible.
If I'm facing the interior of the house, I'm staring at Sarah. Not too shabby of a way to wake up! Of course, if I wake her up she might kill me before falling back to sleep and dying is no way to wake up.
If I'm laying on my left side though, with Sarah snuggling my back, there are six windows for me to stare at silhouettes of Palm Trees in the pre-dawn sky.
Light creeps from the ocean where the sun is erupting from the sea.
Couples are watching it, holding hands while sipping to-go cups of coffee.
Photographers are snapping pictures of it.
In the sand dunes, others are making love, creating their own eruptions.
The Department of Public Works is cleaning up yesterday's mess on the beach.
The Breakfast Club is busy preparing for its daily invasion of customers.
I take 10 minutes or so and just lay there.
The Palm Trees come to life as God finger paints the sky blue with streaks of red, yellow and purple.
Sarah breathes into my back and squeezes her arm around my waist.
Goddess nuzzles her cold nose into my hand which is slung off the side of the bed.
I am bathed in holiness and there is no hurry.
I think about things laying there. The kids are all alright and I'm thankful. My Mom is doing good beyond belief. Our friend Robin is moving towards the ocean and that's good. Mark, Mitch and Sandi made me laugh all day long yesterday. Cheryl came out with a bottle of wine yesterday as the girls and I swam in the pool to break the afternoon heat. Suzanne in Pittsburgh and I chatted on Facebook and I hadn't talked to her in a year or so. We heard from lots of people interested in listening to God talk to them. The first illustration for the new book was terrific and made us all laugh for a long time.
"Thank you," I say out loud to start the day.
Than I crawl out of bed and stumble to the outdoor shower so I can enjoy it all again.
