Thursday, November 5, 2015

Hello there, friend,

Yesterday afternoon, as we waited for his sister to finish with her Girl Scout meeting, I dragged my son around town on foot. We walked to the library, to the woods behind the fire station, and eventually over to my daughter's school. But he didn't walk. He asked to be carried and snuggled in close. So it was no surprise to me that by bedtime he was feverish and went right to sleep. It also wasn't surprising that I had a little visitor in my bed at 3 a.m.

I am sitting at the kitchen table as I write to you, sipping my second cup of coffee and listening to him playing in the bathtub. I figure we have a long day ahead of us, snuggling on the couch, reading books, and watching movies. And of course naps. For now, I'm grateful for a flexible job and yoga pants. I'm grateful to hold a warm little boy in my arms, to brush his hair away and kiss his forehead, and to call off preschool. I'm grateful for slow mornings, even if they come with a sick kiddo.