From my father I inherited my curiosity, love of learning, height (well, that's equal parts mom and dad) and my affinity for mornings.
Most days I rise with the sun, a pattern I've maintained from childhood. I remember standing beside my parents' bed on Saturday morning, requesting breakfast. It must have been early if my dad wasn't up. Too early--they finally purchased a small pitcher from which even a petite, piggy-tailed girl could pour.
So it is to this day. I love morning--the earlier, the better. By far, my favorite mornings are spent at Pokagon State Park, where my family, my sister's family, and my parents gather yearly for a reunion.
With you, dad, it's always a good walk. Deer or no. Thank you for passing on your love of mornings.
Readers, has a loved one come to represent a time of day, season, or place in your mind? I'd love to read your stories!