Sun's Up...

06/20/2010

It is 6:26 Sunday morning and here I sit comfortably situated in my car anxiously awaiting the opening of a Starbucks in Suffolk, Virginia.  Last night after attending a Retirement Celebration for a friend, The Nancy and I moseyed back to the Hilton Garden Inn where we were staying and talked with some other friends until after midnight.  Notice the relationship in that: 6:26am and midnight.  Subtract forty-five minutes or so from that, and it won’t take you long to determine it was a short night.

My wife loves to tell people to make sure if I ask what time it is when we are attending an event or a get-together of some sort, just to tell me it is “9:30.” She obviously thinks it is enormously funny.  The issue at hand is simply this, my built in alarm clock does not allow me to sleep in past sun rise very often, and on the few days each year when this happens I feel as if I should thank God and praise Jesus. 

This morning as I lay in the bed at the Hilton Garden even with the curtains drawn, I could sense daylight, and though a little groggy, opened my eyes.  At that point it was all over.  My day had begun, but not The Nancy’s.  My darling bride, you know, Miss “Don’t-tell-him-it-is-after-midnight,” is still in the bed.  As I left the room about 6:05, she was flat on her back with a pillow over her head snoring like a banshee. 

Now it may sound as if I am upset by this, but it couldn’t be further from the truth.  I am a morning person, and few things excite me more than watching a sunrise.  There is a special joy, an emotional exercise, in watching the sun break the horizon.  There is a glow preceding it, especially when it rises over a mountain top.  It is as if God is lifting the sun into position, the sky is alight with His majesty.  You might say the difference is night and day!

Speaking of majesty, it is time for me to go awake her, or at least begin the process.

And that is all I have to say about that…

PS:  Happy Father’s Day, Dad!