Thursday, June 16, 2011

on early starts

It's early.  Earlier than I usually wake up for work.  Mike is packing up the car and we are leaving at this hour because I am a wee bit neurotic about not being late for the ferry.  About not being late for anything, actually. 

When I was little my parents would pack us up even earlier so that we'd be on the road for a few hours before the sun came up.  I remember what those mornings felt like, cold and dark and sleepy, wrapped up in such excited anticipation that I usually didn't go back to sleep and instead babbled to my Dad until my mom and brother woke up.  The sun is up this morning, but I feel like that kid today.  Only now Dad gets a reprieve as Mike settles in for a long I-95 drive of Caitlin rambling.

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