The bedroom is that hazy blue grey of early morning. The air thick with the in between of dreams and slumber juxtaposed by the possibility of the unfolding day. The aura that lulls you into staying in bed and lazing for just a bit more time. Just a few more minutes cozy and snuggled into the toasty pillows and blankets.
I realize in rolling and stretching that I am alone in our bed. I luxuriously stretch and arch, throwing myself diagonal across the king size mattress, simply because I can. The smell of biscuits baking and coffee brewing wafting under the door. Beckoning me to cajole myself up toward the kitchen.
I hang back and listen quietly to my two favorite people in the whole world. Listen with contentment, small smile across my lips to their adorable Daddy-daughter exchanges. The way they exist without my influence or presence. Their tone to each other. Little jokes, questions and answers, discussions. I love listening in on who and how they engage. It is like witnessing my own life. The best things I have done. Him and her. It tickles my soul and warms my heart to no end.
I spring up. The sounds and smells of the world outside the peaceful bedroom way too enticing to miss out on any longer.
I love mornings like this.
Gratitude and joy pours forth from me and spills into the unfolding day.
What are your sweet spots in life?