Struggling through with joy... |
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Struggling through with joy... |
My bed is transformed in the early hours of the morning. The valley that’s developed in the middle from years of use is no longer an indication of age, it is a place of refuge. It cradles me and I’m not concerned about the old flannel sheets that need to be changed. Right now they’re perfect, just the right temperature and softness. I rub and stretch my feet in the old sheets, not ready to lift them from my body. I burrow deeper into the valley, press my back against my husband’s chest, and promise myself just 30 more seconds of this heaven, this warm island in our dark, messy room, where everything is just as it should be for the moment.
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3/6/2018 01:26:05 pm
Sounds delightful! My 5 year old often shows up in my bed in the middle of the night. He says it is more cozy than his! I think so too.
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Christine Leishman
3/6/2018 02:44:32 pm
funny- I think we have the same bed! The way you describe it all is exactly how my morning feels. The difference is when my dog who sleeps on a pillow beside my bed senses I am waking, she will jump up and lick my face. So add the smell of warm dog and our mornings are very similar:)
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Sonja
3/6/2018 06:02:28 pm
oh, what a delightful nest you've described! I can so relate.
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Lauren Dietrich
3/6/2018 06:21:53 pm
What a great way to describe your sanctuary! I feel the same way about my bed in the morning- minus husband being so close. I'm not a cuddler!
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3/6/2018 06:59:32 pm
Every bit true, true, true. Why is it that this is the case as we are to be leaving the bed and not as we settle in at 10:00ish? I'm currently in a cycle of insomnia. Thanks for sharing these words of comfort!
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