The holidays are here and I’m feeling warm and fuzzy. Our post Thanksgiving tree trimming tradition is complete, and fireplace, fleece, central heating and slippers are all in simultaneous use.
And so it is either the overflow of this Christmas cheer or the overheating of my brain from excessive scarf use that has caused me today to become a bit weepy and overwhelmed. In the good way.
The thing that nudged me over the edge this morning is one thing that, surprisingly enough, should have come as no surprise. But the combination of post turkey food coma and aforementioned holiday spirit has suddenly directed my attention to the thing that is literally right under my nose every single morning of my life.
In the dreamy five o’clock hour when I am never completely asleep or awake – my subconscious warily anticipating 6:20 when my boys come charging down the hallway each morning – an event occurs that usually ends up forgotten along with most other ambrosial hour dreams.
Before tiptoeing out of the bedroom in his steel toe boots, my husband has a habit of planting a kiss on the small piece of my forehead that peeks out from under the covers. And in that brief waking moment each morning, I roll over into his warm spot, and the teenager within celebrates a small victory with the knowledge that even though I’ll be up cooking breakfast and packing lunches in less than half an hour, at least for now I can revel in the comfort of our toasty bed while he braves the cold on behalf of the rest of us.
But aside from the (mostly) unconscious competitive win I claim each morning, the truth is that I have never actually realized how much this moment should mean to me. Not until today. And now it’s suddenly all I can think about.
Because I am the lucky one, the recipient of spontaneous flower bouquets, I love you’s, and even a shiny tin snowman (for variety, he said). These things do mean so much, yet it’s this sweet passing second that’s really moved me today. Moved me to tears. That and I’m P.M.S.ing.
So for all I was grateful for last week, here I am on the first of December finding yet one more thing to add to that list. One thing that I’m making a point to never again forget.