This morning I woke gently.
You know those mornings where you transition effortlessly from deep restful sleep to wakefulness?
It was lovely and it was early, not quite 5.30am.
One of the darling little blackbirds outside my window was in full song.
He trilled and sang, cheerfully, hopefully, happily for some time before taking his song over the hedge and away.
I fed on his joy and slipped out of bed leaving Woo and Greg deep in slumber.
It was cool so I snuggled up in my gown and tiptoed to the kitchen. Our house is so tiny that stealth is imperative if you hope to have any alone time in the morning! While the kettle rumbled to a boil I let the morning light in. It's a big sky day.
I played alone for an hour. ABC classic FM, sweet and soothing at this time of day, kept me company. That, and my cup of well brewed tea.
There was time to inhale and move slowly - indulgently.
Peace and creativity flowed effortlessly.
Happiness.
My sweet sneezy boy crept by soon, and slithered on to my lap for the most precious of snuggles. I buried my head in his hair and inhaled deeply. He smelled of boy, my boy, sleepy, clean and well, just him.
I love the smell of my babies. Greg says he'd like to bottle the smell it's so good.
Eventually Tigs wriggled free of my embrace and the radio was drowned out by the Thunderbirds. Nevermind. I've stolen this moment and the day feels full of optimism and possibility.
Christmas is in the air - don't say it isn't!
Stay cool if you're in Melbourne. It's going to be a warm one.
E x
