The Wake Up Call

Every morning, without fail, I am greeted with a familiar “good morning.” More often than not, this greeting is conveyed through SMS text. And more often than not, I am usually completely uninterested in stirring from my slumber – or thinking of starting day – at the time the message is received. And on very rare occassions, I am the first to initiate this ritual. But no matter how the message is conveyed, the “good morning” warms my heart and brings a smile to my face.

Every morning I am reminded that some one is thinking of me, that I am one of the first thoughts of each day. I am not an afterthought or an omission – only remembered on occasion. Rather, I am forethought, always included and prioritized with care. “Good morning” marks the beginning of a long string of verbal/written communications that continue throughout the day. So not only am a first thought, but a perpetual one. Even when the days are busy and plagued with tasks to be completed and demands to be met, I’m thinking of you is conveyed in some way. That which I greatly desire (time) is given to me, without fuss or request. I wake up to being highly considered and that is affirming.

Every morning I reflect on how full and rich my life is. Though I don’t consider previous stages of my life to have been incomplete or void, per se, there were just areas that had not been cleared for something new to fill that space (if that makes sense). What I mean to say is, throughout each major phase in my life, I have added something new and different to my maturing life (boobs, driver’s license, college degree, godchild, doctorate degree, etc). It’s not that I necessarily needed these things to be whole (save, maybe, the boobs), but they enriched the quality of my full, whole  life  in one way or another, and in some cases made my life better. With each “good morning” I am confronted by yet another life-enriching fulfillment. One that showed up at just the right time, when I was ready to obtain it and cherish it, and not a minute before. I wake up with a satisfaction from this new fullness that is overwhelming.

Every morning I am reassured that my heart is safely guarded and I have emotionally rooted myself in a firm foundation. There is both vulnerability and security in the arms I seek to dwell. I am free to explore and express my true feelings (of love, fear, uncertainty, etc) and thoughts with some one I trust- without meeting ridicule, disrespect, or disregard. And this communication is reciprocated. We both actively pour into the alliance we have formed, working together, giving and taking in equilibrium (a covalent bond, if you will). “Good morning” symbolizes our commitment to each other and to what we are building. The journey isn’t always smooth or easy, but it is important to us that we continue to reinforce what we have established and to keep moving forward together. I wake up choosing to act in love and, though challenging, it is  beyond rewarding.

Every morning I am greeted with “good morning” and every morning I know that I am considered, fulfilled, and loved. Every morning I desire to consider, fulfill, and love. Every morning I feel adoration, contentment, and humility. Every morning I crave the repeat of the day before. Every morning I wake up looking forward to “good morning” because it is the most meaningful, heart-felt part of each new day.

Happy Friday,
G(ood)E(every)M(orning)