Morning

-
Our mornings go fast on most weekdays. But sometimes we linger into them. We cuddle longer and today my daughter managed to make me giggle more than once before 8 a.m.

The first time was the sleepy moment when I felt my daughter stir as she lay next to me. It was still early and dark and quiet and her frantic movement told me she was having a nightmare. 

In a torrid moment of panic, eyes closed tight, I heard my daughter yell out in her sleep,

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

She then settled back into the duvet and peacefully continued in her slumber.

Though I was half-asleep, I couldn't help but quietly shake as I attempted to hold back the laughter. No one loves the "Happy Birthday Today" song as much as my daughter does.

A couple hours later as we approached our usual "get up, get moving" hour she woke quickly, didn't see me hiding from the sun under the covers and immediately started yelling for me.

When I whispered her name she stumbled as she stood to search for me and this is the bed head that warmed my heart and made me fearful all at the same time: I had quite a combing session to get through.


As "No Woman, No Cry" played in my head while examining her dreadlocks I grabbed my camera in time to take these snaps and let her give me butterfly kisses and plant several smackers on my lips while professing: "I lub you mama" without any provocation.


These are the mornings I cherish.  

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

"Dear Bobby"

-
Image
"Dear Bobby, I love you. I always look forward to when my husband leaves for work, and you sneak into bed with me. Sometimes, you will wake me up, but usually, you just lie there next to me waiting for my eyes to open." Bobby. You are a cat. But you are the cat of all cats. Unliked some others whose names I will not mention.... you like being a cat. You are my original Obi Kenobi... But you don't like your name and insist I call you "Bobby" or "Bob". You are my predator. You can catch anything- including a rabbit almost twice your size. I remember the time you brought a baby possum into our home. I had just awakened and sleepily headed to use the bathroom when, peering from inside the toilet, was a little possum begging to be released. You cheeky bastard, Bobby. That poor possum. I scolded you and you just turned the other whisker, as if to say "look lady... I am a cat, that's how I do...." The other cats beg for forgiveness when
Read More

The Good Dancer: A Dating Story

-
Image
I once dated a really good dancer. That wasn't his only strength. In truth, he was one of thee absolute best dudes I ever made out with.  He was super funny, smart and we clicked right away. But what struck me as odd was that, for the first time before and since, his good dancing skills didn't turn me off.  (For some reason, a man with too much swagger on the floor has always confused and frightened me a little.)  Oh, and I also don't like when they are so involved in their dancing that they forget you are on the floor with them.  Oh, and when they A. crowd you or B. use you as a prop.  Oh, and when they sing along to songs by female artists.  If you know all the lyrics to "I'm a Slave for You", that's both impressive and embarrassing. (I really did have strange deal-breakers with men...) So here was the first guy who I enjoyed dancing with that was actually a really good dancer.  He didn't crowd.  He didn't sweat profusely.  He didn't sin
Read More

Degree

-
Image
It was on Friday night. We laughed a lot, perhaps made delirious by the sweet smell of men that were familiar-yet-elusive and desirable. It could have been the wine,  it could have been the great company of old friends and conversations and shared opinions with other women. I disagreed with Ariel more than once, though... "Too sweet" or.... "smells like a jelly bean...." The ones I couldn't put down were the ones that smelled like a man's deodorant, hidden among 75+ samples that scattered in baskets around the coffee table. There we sat around a table full of scents as we sampled the fragrances from a friend's Scentsy collection, eager to fill out our order forms for the smells that would soon promise to envelop our homes. I opted for the "Iced Pine" option, which always reminds me of the home I have not yet lived in and lingered around the fragrances that smelled of citrus and orange peels.  The idea of the smell of "Orange
Read More