Quiet Time

Quiet time. Twenty minutes where an increasingly stormy Son stays in his room and I rest; sometimes, if Daughter doesn’t need much.

Today, she needs to nurse, but that’s easy enough. I lie on the bed and pull her close to me. Side-lying nursing, the best kind there is. I prop my head on a pillow and let myself sink into the blue and gold of the bedspread. Daughter’s breath is quick, one hand wrapped around my index finger. Sunlight shines in the window, through the trees.

What’s your favourite moment of the day? What are you grateful for today?