good mornings

Some of my most favorite moments include the gray early morning, when Lucy hops up on our bed and curls up down between our feet.  I’m usually still half asleep, but those minutes before the alarm goes off, with our whole family snuggled together, count as some of the most precious of my day.  Lucy’s breath evens out and she begins to snurfle and I feel completely contented, safe and warm.

This morning the man disturbed this loveliness by heading to the gym.  Me and my bum legs stayed at home and enjoyed sleeping in a little longer.

This afternoon we have plans to attend Chestnut Hill’s Second Annual Harry Potter Festival.  One of my girlfriends found a House Quiz, and I will be decked out in HufflePull colors this afternoon, while the man will be Gryffindor.  Cheers to fun things to do on the weekend with friends!

2 thoughts on “good mornings

  1. Just visited your webpage darling – I so enjoy it when I do! You write beautifully and conjure up wonderful pictures with your words. I’m glad too, that you are keeping your pages going!

    I have no idea what happened at the game last night -Mama Bear and I dribbled off to bed around 10 when things were looking a little ‘iffy’ on the Giants’ side…Loudog got in about 3:30…I hope you and John enjoyed yourselves, and that the Giants did, after all, prevail. I’m sure Lucy had a fun time with her Noni!

    Keep up the good work! I’ll be back! xxxxxx

  2. My darling girl: It’s been too long since I read your blog. This morning I decided that life’s too short not to read your blog. So I did…caught up on the last few months when I’ve been so preoccupied. I can’t tell you adequately how your thoughts/words/feelings transcend the page and give life to everything. Your courage, your perseverance in the face of your personal adversity, John’s adversity and of course, your mother’s….it robs me of words. Aunty Lenny is right – you write beautifully – your words leap off the page with vibrancy, and honesty, and so much power.

    I can’t wait to see you, sweetheart. Wish we were closer. But we can never be more close than we are in spirit. I love you very much. Your loving Mama Bear xoxoxoxxooxs

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