I got to sleep in this morning. Mike and Lizzy left for their week-long mission trip yesterday.
For 25 years, whether I was working full-time, part-time or staying at home, Mike and I have gotten up together. These days, I make his lunch and coffee while he shaves and dresses. Then we have coffee for a few minutes together. Sometimes nothing is said and we just sit and wake up.
It's what my Mama and Daddy always did and since they have the happiest marriage I've ever seen, why wouldn't we do it?
I remember Mama talking one time about a friend complaining that her husband went to bed too early. Mama told her friend, "If you'd get up as early as Ken does, you'd go to bed as early as he does."
When the kids were little, getting up with Mike meant I had a little bit of solitude after he left and before they got up. I know that made me a better mother. It also meant during those crazy years of baseball, basketball, and soccer that we had a few moments everyday when it was just the two of us.
Now that the kids are gone and Mike and I have lots of time together there are a couple reasons to still get up when he does. First, Mike says quite often that those early morning minutes are his favorite time of the day. Second, that whole getting up at the same time leads to going to bed at the same time.
Need I say anymore?