Early Morning.

So, I had a softball tournament today, so i got up at like 7 (okay i was lazy and it was like 7:30 but whatever) and got all ready for softball even though it was raining and nasty, because the softball people didn't have the courtesy to call earlier and inform us that it was cancelled, so of course just as I get my cleats tied and stand up straight, I get a text saying that our tournament is cancelled. So, now its nine in the morning and the rest of my family is in bed, and I'm sitting on the couch blogging. And you know, as much as i hate getting up early, once you're up, being awake in the early morning is fun. Although I wouldn't call nine very early. But I don't know, I like the lighting, and it's all quiet and you can hear the outside and the rain and I just like it. When I was little I used to get up at six or so during the summer, and sit on the carpet next to my deck door, because the sun would be rising and fill the entire area with sunlight and it was really warm. So I would be half asleep and sitting on the warm sunlit carpet and idk, it was fun. I remember doing that. And since it was morning it would be all quiet, and since I was little and I never slept in, I would eat breakfast outside on the deck right away and then get ready and be out in the backyard playing by eight o clock. I still remember being a little kid really well. Like before I was in kindergarten. The house would be all clean because my mom would be cleaning and she would have music on and me and my sister would dance around while my mom cleaned, and then we would eat lunch. Or else, on other days, we would go to the Excelsior library (because the Chan one sucked in those days) and listen to storytime and then get lots of books, and sometimes we would go to the bakery in Excelsior that was right next to the library (it's closed now) and get a cookie or a donut or something, and I still remember perfectly, coming home and it was all sunny and we would jump out of the blue van and run inside and read our new books while my mom made lunch, and after lunch we would maybe watch a movie if we got one at the library, and then we would go play outside or something. I remember all that perfectly, which is weird because really I was only like four or younger. And Lydia was two. Agh, sometimes I wish I was little kid again. Before kindergarten. It was so easy; we didn't have to do anything and it was all just fun fun fun all the time. And plus, little kids don't need much to be happy. Just sunny carpets and new library books and music and lunchtime.