It Feels Weird To Be Like You

Somehow, I have gotten on a new daily schedule. I’ve long been the one to stay up late at night and then have difficulty awakening in the morning. But my month in Baltimore with the grandkids changed me. I was so tired by the end of each day that I went to bed about the time three-year-old Carter went to bed, 8:00pm.

I found myself awake by 5:30 each morning and used the opportunity to get in a good long walk before the kids were up and running. Literally. Carter often asked me by 8:00am, “Granny, will you run with me?”

I’ve been home three weeks now and find I’m sticking to the schedule established in Baltimore. I’m getting up before 6:00 every morning because I’m tired and ready for bed by 8:00 every night—just like George. I have teased him about his early-to-bed, early-to-rise habits for the entire thirty-three years we’ve been married.

“It feels weird to be on this schedule,” I said.

“You’re growing more like me,” he responded. Which begs the question, how else might I change to become more like him?

“Yeah, well, it feels weird to be like you after being me for over sixty years.”

Downright scary.

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