I've been waiting for this hour. To sit still and quiet, a cup of hot chai to savor. The little ones are at school, the rain has momentarily paused. Tunes flow from my computer: Gillian, Ollabelle, Emmylou, Alison. Just a few weary days and I find myself back here, back to myself.
This morning I woke up in the top bunk with two sweet, warm bodies draped around me. At first I was confused - when did I come to Theo's bed? When did Sully crawl in with us? I lifted my head to look at the clock - 6:15am. Theo: his face so relaxed, his cheeks deep pink and his band of freckles that runs across his nose and under his eyes, raccoon markings. Sully: the soft roundness of his face, his hair like heavenly light, his lips shaped exactly like mine. They stayed asleep while I studied them in a sliver of light. These children, they make me good.
I remember now how I ended up in his bed last night. There was thunder and lightning. Rain tapped the widows. He cried out, not remembering how we do storms.
just write.
