The Daylight Savings Time Hack
For most of my life, I relished staying up late, reading, and watching movies. When we had our first child, I was on morning bottle duty. Gus was an early riser and ready for his first meal before 6 am. I came to love the morning time. The quiet stillness. Gus’s tiny fingers grasping my thumb and pinkie like handlebars on either side of the bottle. The first light slanting through the windows. He trained me to wake early—a habit I kept long after he started sleeping in. The owl became a lark. And that has made a huge impact on my life.