peaceful, easy feeling…

Last night was a magical one in our den. The Professor spent several hours here in the afternoon, and he and my foxling enjoyed watching a movie and ate lunch together while I went out for a few things. It was snowy and gorgeous, and when I got home and saw them happily snuggled on the couch, it warmed my heart as well as my frozen toes.

After he left, we listened to music and made dinner. Eating her turkey burger and spinach, The Historian told me of her day, and what she is up to on Yoursphere. Later, we wrapped gifts for the kids and talked. It was a quiet time, peaceful and easy. It is so nice to have this teen girl in the house, and I cannot imagine my life without spending time with her every day.

We finished the day with an episode of Grey’s and more talking. As she went into her room to read, she turned to me and said “today was perfect, mumma”… and I agree with her. =)

This morning, I awoke to the sound of metal scraping across stone, the sound of winter in our complex. In the wee hours, they shovel and plow our stairs and sidewalks within an inch of their lives. The rhythmic, metallic SCRATCH, pull, SCRATCH, pull lulled me into complacency as I thought about how glad I am that I do not have to do that task for myself. Once my brain is on and actively thinking, there is no possibility of sleeping again, so I got up and luxuriated in the fact that I was up before my alarm, and pretty conscious to boot.

Routine soothes me, and as I completed my tasks, each one brought me closer to the time when I can sit and type. I have come to enjoy this morning time, writing whatever comes to mind. Sometimes, I have a world of stories to share, and others, well… you keep coming back for more so I must be doing something right. =)

On the breakfast bar that separates the kitchen from dining room, there are baking supplies for Wednesday afternoon. The gaily-colored aluminum baking pans and boxes of goodies, a pretty card and candy sprinkles catch my eye and I smile in anticipation of the happiness my foxling will experience making the treats for her orthodontist and his staff. I will freely admit that I am not a baker of any great skill, so I opted for good-quality box mixes, and will not feel guilty in the least. We are making sugar cookies, triple fudge brownies and cranberry-orange muffins. Nestled into the patterned pans with tissue paper, the labor of her love for these professionals will be beautiful. I cannot believe it has only been a year since we brought her in, and they are now a part of the family. My foxling loves baking and giving to those she loves, so $15 and a few hours of my time is such a small investment, to see her huge smile.

We have lessons planned for this morning, followed by a holiday movie and coloring together. She is on the mend, but I think it is too early to bring her walking, so we will take it easy for another day. I think I will treat myself this morning, with my coffee a bit early, watch a show and rub lotion into my hands. Taking a few moments for myself to do what I please is something I have come to look forward to in the mornings. I miss having The Professor here all the time, but am able to find joy in the simplest of things, and as I feel myself swell with peace and contentedness, I realize that doing things a different way suits me. Go find a little thing to make yourself smile, revel in the moment, and know you are worth every second of bliss you gift yourself. =)


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