52 Weeks of Us

52 of Me: Six

It’s morning time and that always comes way too early for this night owl.  My son’s shouts from the next room, “Mummy, mummy!” wake me from my deep slumber.  I crawl out from underneath the warm snuggly “Duvet of Life” as we call it, the super heavy winter one that makes my other half sweat like he’s been in a sauna.  The cold air hits my arms and face like an unwelcome visitor as my feet hit the floor.  I stumble in the darkness into the little man’s room still wiping the sleep from my eyes.  “Good morning sweetheart,”  I say.  “How are you this morning?”  He gives me a big hug and I cradle him in my arms as I help him climb out of his big boy bed and put his feet on the floor.  He’s ready to go downstairs and play.  I still need to brush the sweaters off my teeth.  As I finish in the bathroom, I see his shadowy figure descending down the stairs in the dawn.  It’s a cold rainy dreary day, one of many we see in the English winter.  But we’re awake now and breakfast and the rest of a lazy Sunday await.

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  • Reply Selena February 15, 2013 at 10:36 am

    I’m really loving your personal photos and the personal quality of your writing. You have such a beautiful style.

    • Reply Katherine Lightner February 20, 2013 at 10:07 pm

      Thanks Selena! Really appreciate the kind words. xx

  • Reply Nancy February 15, 2013 at 2:21 pm

    Those winter duvets make me sweat too. They feel great when I first get under the covers on a cold night, but around 2 AM I wake up and feel like I’m in an oven. But then I live in Florida!

    • Reply Katherine Lightner February 20, 2013 at 10:09 pm

      Oh, here I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the heavy duvet. It seems like it’s always cold outside (except for a few weeks in summer) I think I could sleep under that thing all year long. Now Florida, that is a different animal entirely. I probably would sweat to death under it there. Hope you’re well!

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