January 1, 2012
I stayed in bed, lingering under the soft, cool sheets
and warm blanket, a million comfy pillows embracing my head.
When the moment felt right, I sat up, slowly.
The house was quiet, in a good way.
I stayed in bed, lingering under the soft, cool sheets
and warm blanket, a million comfy pillows embracing my head.
When the moment felt right, I sat up, slowly.
The house was quiet, in a good way.
I felt around for my favorite, cozy slippers, wiggling my feet inside, until they felt right.
Charlie was looking at me with his bright, hazel eyes; tail, wagging
with anticipation of his morning visit with the outside world.
Downstairs, the not-quite-teenage boys were (predictably) plugged in,
Charlie was looking at me with his bright, hazel eyes; tail, wagging
with anticipation of his morning visit with the outside world.
Downstairs, the not-quite-teenage boys were (predictably) plugged in,
surrounded by their own pillows and blankets -
their makeshift beds, from the night before.
"Good morning!" I said, as I released Charlie into the backyard. The temperature outside was unseasonably warm and pleasant.
"What would you like for breakfast?" I asked.
"Pancakes and bacon? ? !"with eager eyes, they expressed.
I was happy to oblige.
their makeshift beds, from the night before.
"Good morning!" I said, as I released Charlie into the backyard. The temperature outside was unseasonably warm and pleasant.
"What would you like for breakfast?" I asked.
"Pancakes and bacon? ? !"with eager eyes, they expressed.
I was happy to oblige.
The sun was shining brightly through the window, above the kitchen sink,
where my Grandma's porcelain bluebird sits.
I took the bluebird down, and placed it safely on the counter,
so that I could open the window, just enough.
Just enough to allow the fresh air to breathe into the room,
adding life to the closed up space.
Now, for some music, I thought.
And, I searched around for what I thought would satisfy my mood -
the Brazilian sounds of the guitar, acoustic.
Breakfast was made, and the table was set,
and someone very nice made me coffee.
Buttery, sweet pancakes, crispy bacon; warm, smiling faces.
We shared stories about before; and discussed plans for after.
Like all of the possibilities for "today", for what a beautiful day it was.
Go to the zoo, maybe?
A walk or bike ride?
Kickball or ice-skating?
Or, maybe some soccer.
The day was ours, and what a feeling that was.
where my Grandma's porcelain bluebird sits.
I took the bluebird down, and placed it safely on the counter,
so that I could open the window, just enough.
Just enough to allow the fresh air to breathe into the room,
adding life to the closed up space.
Now, for some music, I thought.
And, I searched around for what I thought would satisfy my mood -
the Brazilian sounds of the guitar, acoustic.
Breakfast was made, and the table was set,
and someone very nice made me coffee.
Buttery, sweet pancakes, crispy bacon; warm, smiling faces.
We shared stories about before; and discussed plans for after.
Like all of the possibilities for "today", for what a beautiful day it was.
Go to the zoo, maybe?
A walk or bike ride?
Kickball or ice-skating?
Or, maybe some soccer.
The day was ours, and what a feeling that was.
So, did you do something wonderful and deserving of the day?
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