It’s not technically summer yet. But it sure feels like a summer evening.
Simon (3 months) woke up about 8 times in the first hour after I put him to bed. After coming out of the room….again….I gave my husband a hug, and decided to head outside to get the mail. Anything to get some fresh air. It may seem ridiculous, but after bedtime is supposed to be my time. My time to sew or blog or catch up on chores or read….or whatever. So when it isn’t my time I get frustrated.
I step carefully out the door so that I do not accidentally wake any sleeping children. I head down the stairs, and step out into the cool evening air. It’s beautiful. It’s one of those evenings when I just spread my arms wide, close my eyes, and tilt my chin up to the sky just taking it all in. The air feels good on my skin, but even better in my lungs as I breathe it in deep. I open my eyes and see the blue sky turning grey as dusk settles in. As I walk to the mailbox I feel that it just can’t get any better than this. I wish I could just lay down in some grass and stare up at the sky until the stars show their faces. But I get the mail, breathe in the air a few more times on my walk back in, and try to capture that good feeling so that it stays with me the rest of the night…no matter how many times my son wakes up from now on.