Slice of Life: Day 5
Sunday mornings at the local coffee shop are always a great way to start the day. We don’t live in a small town, but coming here gives it the small town feel. They know us by name and we always stop to chat about what’s been going on since the last time we were together. We order the usual.
The fire is going and there is an empty couch adjacent to it. We snuggle in to the over sized leather seats. My son picks up my arm to nestle in, what I call, my nook. I rest my head atop his breathing in the smell of shampoo from last night’s bath. My daughter is sound asleep in her carrier taking a much needed nap. My husband is on the other side scrolling through his phone. My coffee is sitting on the ottoman. I can’t reach it, but don’t mind because I don’t want to disturb this moment. My son and I watch Bob the Builder and just enjoy sitting with one another. I look up every so often to glance at the Sunday regulars, the church goers on their way home and the newbies just visiting downtown for the day. I find comfort in feeling at home in our usual Sunday morning spot.