Into our nest, our cocoon, our bedroom with it's gray walls, new windows and patchwork comforter. Under the flannel sheets, between countless pillows, up the stairs and behind a wooden door; that's where you'll find us. We're snuggled in tight up here. Gabriel and I; I and Gabriel. Dada visits, stealing a cozy moment from his son when he can, a kiss from his wife in between trays of steaming food. Ceci visits, a hand held here, a story read there, rambunctious twirls on the king sized bed. But it's Gabriel and I who reside here. Resident Mamababy: population cozy.
No comments:
Post a Comment