The rooms were still, the only sound the gentle whir of the paddles on the fan. The sheets were cool around me, the blankets long since kicked aside. The drapes were drawn, but for a narrow slit on each wall through which reflections from the lake snuck casting dancing shadows on the highest point along the wall.
Finley's face was buried in my chest and her palm rested on my cheek, her breath was soft and touched my skin like a kiss. Briar was in the next bed, her limbs, silver in the light, were spread out making the most of the full size bed. A blue twist of fleece blanket snaked around her torso and one hand peeked out, her fingers like points on a tiara, even in sleep conjuring princesses. Avery stirred in the next room, little murmurs and creaks teased at the door.
I watched the shimmering light on the wall, its movement constant and captivating. The sun on the lake was changing the reflection, lines flickered like streamers on handlebars and I smiled. Soon the girls would wake; a baby at my breast, Avery tracing the lines on my skin, and Briar leaning her slight frame into my own.
Three daughters and a new dawn.
I am so very blessed.
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and once again yet another post that proves just how blessed those three lovely little girls really are :)
Yes, yes you are. All five of you actually.
All the more for recognizing so. Blessed, indeed.
now that's the way to wake up in the morning
I know I tell you all the time, but WOW. I just enjoy your writing so much. I love your ability to take an every day moment and pull out the beauty and sweetness. This is a post that I have read three times now, each time marveling at your gift.
Thanks.
you are mother incarnate.
Another beautiful post! I hope you're saving them for your girls so they can read them and be touched by them when they're older?
lovely
These are the moments that make mothers whole. thanks for sharing.
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