It begins with the warmth of several small furry bodies as the cat and dog nuzzle close to combat the winter cold. Then the boyfriend, all strength and spicy smell, cuddles closer before leaving for work dropping kisses on my cheek and tucking me in.
When it’s time to wake the young man for school we wrap him in fleecy layers of sweaters and pants and balaclava’s to keep out the cold. Then he wants cuddles too, all soft and cozy, like a giant moving teddy bear cuddled in my lap.
Now back in bed with the fireplace on, the dog against my leg, and a cup of piping hot coffee sliding, sip by sip, down my throat.
Because it can produce a few notes, tho they are very flat; and it is nevar put with the wrong end in front!. Lewis Carroll.
Because it’s satisfying to be in the presence of both. Me.
I have the use of a lovely antique writing desk thanks to my parents. It’s a happy little desk, about three feet wide, with a fold out writing surface, spindly long legs, and a number of little nooks and crannies within it for my ink and pens. It inspires correspondence and brings a sense of peace to me when I sit down to it of a morning. I have paired it with an antique wooden chair with a soft cushion on it and it sits beside my bed providing constant temptation for letter writing.
So if you want a letter, send your address to lawandmotherhood@gmail.com.
Daddy is coming with me to Michigan and staying for the whole time I am out there. What before seemed like a terrifying hospitalization far from home now seems like a chance for a cure. I will still be tested every day, poked and prodded, drugged, and possibly even operated on, but each day I will see my father. Each day include a visit from my fiercest protector and best advocate. I will not go through this alone.
It makes all the difference in the world.
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