When I was a kid and growing up, my dad always woke me up in the morning. Not deliberately, he didn't come into my room and shake me awake of turn on the light or anything like that but his boom boom boom walking around getting ready for the day woke me up.
And he got up so freaking EARLY!
So early in fact that even though I wanted to get up and tell him to have a great day at work and see what he looks like at that hour in the morning, I could never convince myself to get out of bed.
Ah, to be young again.
And now I'm on the other side. I don't think I wake Annie up because I take care not to, but here I am, waking up at five in the morning to get ready to work out.
Sometimes, especially with these little realizations that I'm doing a lot of the things my dad did, I hope that I can do a better job. I think every parent wants to be better than their parent but in my case, I want it more than most.
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