Early. I always forget that I like to be up early. I forget it …. every day. I love the quietness that lives here in the early times. The sweetness in seeing the two older ones off to school, the loveliness in already being awake and centered when little lion boy comes down the stairs with his sleepy eyes, and bed head. Oh, I hope I don’t forget again how much this slow early time means to me. My coffee, not rushed, but savored. Maybe , this time I’ll remember.