When I was growing up, everyday--without fail--my dad would JOYFULLY wake me up at 6:15am to get ready for the day. He and my mom had already been up for at least an hour before this preparing for their days. My dad would open the door and enthusiastically exclaim that it was, “MORNING!” My dad was so excited to start the day. HAPPY for it, even. And all I remember being was...tired.