Family, Life, Writing

The Early Bird

Morning began to creep through the blinds, tickling her lashes as she slowly opened her eyes to greet the morning sun. She gently slid herself out of bed, being careful not to wake anyone as she made her stealthy getaway.

All was quiet as she expected when she lightly stepped her feet down the stairs to begin her morning ritual.



Calming music.

Yoga practice.


These elements in her mornings are what she craved and selfishly did not want to share. These were her tools to the start of a beautiful day, just for her.

She sat by the back sliding door where the sun rays beamed in to kiss her skin. She reveled in that warmth as she elongated her spine, spread her fingers wide, dove her nose to the sky, and filled her lungs with air.


early-bird-2Coming back down, she realized time was against her, the sounds of a bustling home would come too soon.


the-early-bird-1With a twist, she expanded her lungs and closed her eyes before letting it go. Twisting to the other side, she reached her fingers up to the sky, shooting for the clouds, feeling her body respond with ease when a sudden cry brought her back down to her mat.



“I’m coming, baby.” She called out as she rolled up her mat and exhaled heavily.

“Today will be a good day.” She told herself.

After each face was washed and every last tooth brushed, little footsteps danced across the wooden floors.

The early bird smiled as she looked upon these faces, filled with wonder and a hunger for the world that they would yet understand.

© Stephanie Cardozo and Stephanie Cardozo, 2015. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Stephanie Cardozo and Stephanie Cardozo with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

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