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  Sleepyhead.

 

 
I often wake up with at least one extra body in our bed. Small and soft. Warm. Heavy limbed. Tousled. Cuddled up. Somtimes wriggly. Demanding their own space while still wanting to be enveloped in the warmth and protection of being right up next to a parental body.

The very best is when I wake up first and get to see a little face next to me. All the usual animation washed out by sleep. Totally at peace.

And then they wake. Come alive again. Most days the waking up is quick. Demands for cheerios and "brefkast" begin. Discussions over who is going to school/work/playgroup for the day. Logistical discussions over showers and grabbing clothes. Searching for ever elusive socks and negotiating who is going to carry what important items for the day downstairs.

But sometimes, on rainy days....there is slow, sleepy, sweet transition in the low light.

I love rainy days.

Good Things

light in the sky

 

dinner outside..also..little boys in big boy underwear

 

red heels

 

very special outgoing mail

 

 

This is what 35 looks like.

This is me. 35. Sounds really, really old.
No makeup.
I'm pretty sure my hair isn't washed.
And I wasn't brave enough for a full head-to-toe shot. My pants are kinda tight these days.
And I didn't even sit up and smile for this.

But it's real. And I'm going to work at seeing the good in this photograph. Because I KNOW that when I'm 45 I'm going kick myself for not seeing myself clearly. Same way I kick myself now for not seeing myself clearly when I was 25.

And now I'm actually going to post this. Which freaks me out because...is it wierd to post a photo of yourself? Going to do it anyway.

PS Kelly and McCabe, this photo is for you.