Hello, Morning!

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(Don`t you ever get grey overcast days? by Johh Frisch)

I also love overcast mornings when it looks like it’s going to storm. I imagine the sun trying so hard to peek through the big dark clouds (like Izabelle trying hard to see the TV when I’ve deliberately blocked her view). I can almost hear the clouds going, “geez sun, what is it with you? you’ve been at our backs all morning” and the sun going, “if only you’d just let me peek through, just a tiny little bit so I can see what’s happening down there, I’d quit bothering you so much”. I like to think that when the clouds give in is when you see rays of sunlight peeping through the cracks in the clouds on an overcast morn. 🙂

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Oooh, I love rainy mornings too. I try to take my extra large umbrella so i can enjoy the rain, otherwise, the worry of getting drenched will spoil the day for me.
Have you ever listened to Enya’s song “it’s in the rain”? Brilliant for such days.
Anyway, I love the rain because it makes me feel like curling up on the sofa with a cuppa and a good cartoon or Dr Seuss movie (oh delight!). Although, I usually can’t indulge on workdays, the feeling usually suffices and I hope for rain on the weekend. (sorry shopping addicts)
Oh, there are lots more I love about the mornings…

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Yeah yeah, i know the last couple of lines sound shallow but come on, most of us girls (and dare I mention guys?) consider such things, so I just had to put it out there.
When I’ve got something so incredibly exciting planned that has had me counting the number of sleeps till the day, imagine the tingle of excitement and anticipation that peaks on the night before the morning of the D Day? OHHH, its enough to light all the light bulbs in the world for 61 seconds. I find that I can hardly sleep through the night and in the event that I wake up to go to the bathroom, it’s almost 100% likely that I won’t be able to go back to sleep.

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Oh my gosh, I can remember the morning of our wedding…oh, how insanely thrilling…I couldn’t believe that the day I would wed my beau and live happily ever after had finally arrived…oh the dreams…oh the possibilities…oh my, oh me, oh my! (bunnytown, 2009). It wasn’t quite the same though on the morning I had Izabelle. Perhaps this was because I was in ACTIVE Labour? hmmm….Maybe hubby was incredulously excited for me, seeing as I was certainly too ‘busy’ to be actively excited.

Mornings in a new country are usually a-m-a-z-i-n-g. I normally can’t wait to get out and experience the life there. Do they hang out at cafes in the morning? Are the streets full of crowds of workers finding their way to work? How early do the markets open? What is the main occupation? Will there be more people going to an office job or heading to the mines or farm? Whatever the case, mornings will always feel different in different countries.

<img alt="" border="0" src="http://static1.squarespace.com/static/550ae23ae4b0172a19b02d70/550bc0ade4b0821bfb9d0d5d/550bc0b0e4b0821bfb9d0f36/1426833670862//img.jpg, so on weekends and holidays i wake up with a song in my head and then lie awake trying to remember why I'm happy…hmmm………nope, I'm not getting married today, I'm already married….hmmm….nope, we are not buying a new house……..hmmm….is something interesting going to happen at work today? WORK! That's it! It's the "no-work day today". Woooooooooooooooooo
This is the point where I jump out of bed –> GooooOOOD MornnnNNING, Morning!

JOURNEY

Nancy Eluigwe View All →

Artist & Lover of God

Seeking to unveil the beautiful rhythms of love, hope and grace enshrouded in the mundane dailiness of the human condition and the spaces we inhabit

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