Appreciating the morning swim

Mornings around here are usually a flurry of emptying the dishwasher, gathering laundry, making beds, changing diapers, taking out the garbage, and feeding and dressing a whole bunch of little people. I’m usually up well before dawn, and on the rare morning that I try to sleep in, my two-year-old, Rosie, my little alarm clock, comes barging in at six.