Day 22: A fourth best thing

Waking up easy is a best thing.  A morning where your schedule allows you to open your eyes when you want to and your heart allows you to lie in that slow wake up with peace and contentment – well, that’s one of the greatest luxuries there is in my book.  Odds are that I will probably still wake up at the same ridiculously early time I do on a work day, but I don’t have to do anything, and that is glorious. 

If my kids are in their beds or if my house is full of people I love, that makes an easy wake up even better.  I lie there and think about the little lives we have all made and the places where they intersect and the parts we get to share. 

If it’s rainy or windy outside, I think about how this little house offers shelter and warmth and about how my little burrow in my bed cradles me. 

It used to be a best thing to have an easy wake up with another warmth beside me, listening to the breathing of someone I loved.  I worried that the pleasure of an easy wake up would be gone forever after the shatter.  And it did take me some time to work through that, but I’m pleased to report that the easy wake up is alive and well.

Rather than thinking about the warmth beside me, I just snuggle under my weighted blanket and feel my own warmth and think about how far the kids and I have come and how we are all okay.  Maybe it a little borders on basking, but it has less of a sense of pride and more of a sense of just rightness.  Not righteousness because that is a whole ‘nother thing and definitely not a best thing, but just rightness.  An easy wake up says I’ve checked my schedule and my heart, and it is well.

Sometimes it is so well that I can even drift back off to sleep.  And that’s another best thing, too.