I LIKE MORNINGS. WAIT, DID I JUST SAY THAT? THAT CAN'T BE RIGHT!

It happens to the best of us. We start out life hating mornings, disliking greatly the fact that there are days when we have to get out of bed before noon. That there are days when we must, in fact be out of the house -gasp- early, sometimes even before the sun is up. Eventually, we learn to do it without complaining- outwardly. We just go along with the flow, do what we have to do to keep the peace. We might even learn to (somewhat) tolerate all the "good mornings" said in bright, perky voices by smiling faces as we pick up our morning coffee (the only reason we tolerate them). But we still don't like it. In fact, we just plain hate the whole thing.

And then it happens:

You wake out of restful sleep, wide-awake, happy, and ready to conquer the world. Then you look at the clock- and start to cry. It's only 6 o'clock in the morning! What's happening! This is not supposed to happen! EVER! You tightly close your eyes, praying that you will go back to sleep. You don't have to be up until 7! Surely you can go back to sleep! But, no. The alarm clock rings- and you're still wide awake. Now grumpy, you get up, get your coffee, and stomp off to the bathroom to get ready. Tomorrow will be different.

This pattern continues for awhile. Each day is easier than the one before. Eventually, you start noticing more and more things, like the way the birds sing, all the colors in the sky as the sun rises, and the fact that it's great to have your coffee outside on summer mornings. And then one day, you realize, Yes, you do like mornings.