Small pleasures are the most important
My littlest son served me breakfast in bed this morning. In truth I think it was to get me OUT of bed, but it was still a lovely time. He came in to see that I was awake, and when I told him I was going to hang out in bed for a little while he went away. Five minutes later he came back, two toasted bagels in hand, one for me and one for him, and we sat together and ate our breakfast. I always hate small talk with strangers. But teh same sort of comforting talk with my children is a pleasure that I could partake of every single day. The smiles, the happiness of sharing the moment. How he climbed up on my bed with a book of his own, a favorite, to read to himself while I read mine. And when he finished the book and got bored with things, burrowed into the covers and played with the cat and with longing looks begged for a tickle fight. I obliged him. (more…)
