Ruby came downstairs this morning with a frown on her face. I had already done a 2-mile speed workout on the treadmill, showered and dressed.
“I woke up too early,” she sighed.
You woke up early?! Ahem.
We ate our breakfast of scrambled eggs and half a pizza bagel in front of the gas fireplace. The orange flames warmed our faces. We chatted about Chloe and school and church.
“We don’t do the song ‘Wake’ anymore. I miss it,” Ruby said.
I understood that. It’s catchy. I explained that we cycle through worship songs. “Wake” kinda had a short shelf life. It makes a random cameo appearance now and again. But, in the spirit of Tuesday, and back to work and school and responsibilities, I found it on Youtube.com and, well, one thing let to another…
We had an impromptu dance party in the kitchen, flailing around like headless chickens. I can neither confirm nor deny whether twerking took place at 7:23 a.m. this morning. We grinned at each other. Waking up can be fun.