Now, when my husband and I get to Hawaii in October, and the time-difference is four hours…in our favor…you *may* see some sunrise photos, but we’re just not sunrise kind of people in the real world.
In fact, when we were on our way to the airport for our super-early-to-us flights to San Francisco, Claire got to experience her first sunrise.
“I’ve never seen a sunset rise before!” she said.
Her description makes perfect sense to me.
In San Francisco, we shared a room with Claire. She had her own bed, and we had ours. It actually worked out nicely, because the room had something else:
A magnificent window seat.
This photo really doesn't do the window seat justice. It was AWESOME.
As soon as we got to the room, she wanted to know if it was her bed! Had it not been so narrow and quite so high off the floor (seriously, there was a large wooden block used as a step just to get up IN the window seat), the answer would have been yes. But, as luck would have it, she got a big ol’ bed to herself and could play in the window seat whenever she wanted.
The window seat had wooden blinds she could open and close on a whim and had a wonderful sheer curtain that when pulled closed made the window seat into its own magical place with a barrier to the outside room on one side, and windows that opened up to the world on the other. The fantastically large windows gave a view of the city that was just breathtaking from our vantage point on the 11th floor.
Claire slept really well in the room. For some reason, the time difference worked in our favor. Yes, we let her stay up later than normal, but in reciprocation for that, she slept longer in the mornings.
Before going to bed the first night, she asked permission to get up and play in the window seat with the dolls she’d brought on the trip, and we obliged. “As long as you don’t wake up Momma and Daddy, you can do that!” …and it worked like a charm.
Every morning, we’d awaken to soft whispering and giggling and see this:
No, the photo isn't blurry. I secretly took a photo of her through the curtain.
There wasn’t a sunrise in sight, and it was the most beautiful thing imaginable.
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