All the grace

i choose slow mornings, every morning it is possible, this winter break.

i welcome words on pages and christmas lights with cat curled up beside me on the arm of my chair.

i enjoy hot coffee or tea in a cup that i am proud of and a sweater nearby, just in case.

i sing “good morning to you and you” when my giant babies wake and if they allow i give goodnight kisses on foreheads before i go to bed.

i relish to hear their singing in the afternoons and their music blaring in the evening while they do what they do.

i make easy dinners and together we enjoy movies or episodes and snacks and laughter and hand holding and love.

i choose kindness with our words and words full of value and when there is fighting, or arguing, or fussing, always. always. always. we repair.