One of THOSE Mornings! Yippee!

This morning is one of those mornings I don't feel rushed. I savor these mornings. I woke up when my eyes decided to open not because an alarm beat me into submission. I try to remember what the heck I was just dreaming about, give up, turn over a few more times, then waddle around assessing what kind of day this is going to be. And with delight I realized, it's going to be one of THOSE mornings! Yippee! That means I can brush my teeth (barely), shake my hair out, rub the sleep out of my eyes, decide "do I really want to put on make-up today?" NAH...throw on some clothes and walk to the cafe a block away. It's one of those mornings when I can say it's just going to be me and God today, hanging out, enjoying each other...

It feels like everything is slower. Even skipping down the entry stairs and waving good morning to the front desk guy seems peaceful. Even keeping my finger on my pepper spray trigger as I rounded the corner almost didn't seem as necessary...almost (I mean come on, peaceful but not unaware!).

Rounding the corner means getting to check out the new Michael Kors window display at Neiman Marcus along the way... "I could pull that off!" or "That color is just too bright for me", but "oooh that is so chic!" It was a "Breakfast at Tiffanys" kind of moment. Admiring the hotel valet guys as they run back and forth to the parking garage, looking at the sun bring out the architectural details of the buildings above me and hearing the "swish swish" of my flip flops down the sidewalk washed away the random thoughts that are usually running through my head.

Arriving at the cafe, Patrick proudly tells me he's been perfecting my white chocolate mocha. So as I sit there and watch him, with stern concentration, fluff up the milk foam and add another squirt of chocolate, I again savor, AHHHH it's one of THOSE mornings. Skillfully avoiding Patrick's flirting, grabbing my "no meat please" breakfast taco and already cooled to sipping perfection mocha, I walk back enjoying the warm happiness now sitting in my stomach.

On the way back I see a man looking for his "white chocolate mocha and breakfast taco" in the corner trash can. We make eye contact, he wishes me good morning and I wish him good morning back. Suddenly I'm that much more appreciative of having one of THOSE mornings.