every morning, around six or seven, our alarm goes off in the form of a little squeal or whimper. he makes slight sounds that wake us instantly, and it's his way of letting us know the day is ready for us all. we move slow and quiet.
i turn to him in his moses next to me, smile and whisper good morning my love and i'm met with a squeal, a smile or a deep, siddhartha-like gaze. we bring him in between us, still swaddled and warm and feed him and soothe him back to sleep if he's in the right gentle space.
it's quite opposite to how one might think a morning would start with a baby ~ loud, a little frantic, abrupt. but since this is fourth month of sleeping through the night, we found early on that the only way to begin each day is slowly and calmly.
our days are quite long here in the moon household, since a baby that sleeps through the night is not one to sleep all that much during the day. these days are full and colorful and tiring, centered around a very tiny being who is learning how to live on this earth.
time moves a little differently in the fall. it's colder, so the moments between being slightly awake and awake-awake is a bit more noticeable. the chilly air makes our cheeks hard and cold and the covers from the bed never seem long or warm enough.
we make the coffee, either steve or i (which i don't mind doing, as i love the rhythm and routine of smelling the grinds, preparing the filter, waiting for the water to heat, that first perfect cup) and i wrap myself in my favorite eloise robe and chunky wool socks, with my rosy-cheeked baby on my hip or at my feet. i turn on the heater and the warmth of the vent mixed with coffee beans convinces me that this must be what a little corner in heaven must smell like.
my husband's curly hair stands tall and wild and unkept. his five o'clock shadow scratches as he kisses me good morning and the sounds of e-mails and phone calls and piano keys start filling up the warm air, too.
it is in the morning that i feel closest to this little tribe of mine, moving slow and rhythmical together, making our way through the parts of those first few hours of sunlight. i know that it won't always be this way. i know that each month that passes, new demands will ask us to change, to shift, to evolve.
but for as long as i can, i will hold onto what we have, right now. where we greet the day as a family, just the three of us, just like this.
i have so been looking forward to a new post from you. this is divine. i love how you describe your mornings and i agree-- it truly does sound like heaven. i love all the white in your photos and your boys are dreamy as usual <3ReplyDelete
oh how i love peeking into your magical world, kerrie.
Angelica, my love. You will have to forgive me, I'm still figuring out this blogger thing and comment section ~ I just saw what you wrote and I am floored by your loving words and grace. Thank you so much for taking the time to comment such wonderful words. They really move me deep. So wishing to have a day to hang out with you. All my love to you and your sweet baby girl. Now, if only I can figure out how to follow you back...don't worry, I'll get the hang of it soon!Delete
Bravo to you and Steve for realizing it from the beginning - that it is the small moments in life that are actually the big moments. Not everyone has the capacity and/or wisdom to cherish these parts of everyday life, but they are in fact the very things that I miss most now that my kids are "all growed up." Love you, sweet Kerrie :)ReplyDelete
I love you, sis. And I really am counting down the days to have coffee with you and listen to all the stories that I know have progressed since last I saw you. I am so blessed by you.Delete
This brings me back to my girls' infancy. Ah...the slower days...heaven...yes! Beautiful, Kerrie, as always! xo JenReplyDelete
this looks so calm! i really dont know how people can live in big cities, the most of time, they lose those mornings that you have with your boys! this is precious, your photos really made my dayReplyDelete
Hi Ariela ~ Oh, I've lived in big cities before and nothing can compare to the quietness of a small town. Thank you love, and thank you so much for stopping by. I hope you are having a wonderful day!Delete
It sounds like a beautiful day begins each day at The Moons, because you soak it all in and enjoy being in the moment. I love coffee, but it is the ceremony of making it that makes me love it even more! Especially when I use my French press : ) The light noise of coffee brewing in the pot, and then being poured into my cup is also a favorite sound.ReplyDelete
Hi Emily love, thank you so much for your darling comment. Lightened my little heart. Oh, French Press mornings...nothing as beautiful or romantic or perfect to me. Sharing a French Press with someone you love most in this world is my idea of heaven :) I love your love for coffee, too. It's inspiring...sending you so much love today and all days. xoDelete
kerrie, my darling, beautiful goddess of a friend, i am loving all these inside snippets into your dreamy life. what an incredible space, but i am not surprised, every thing you offer is pure beauty and goodness.ReplyDelete
I'm making my first stop by your blog today and I am so glad I did. Your writing is divine, your photos goregous.ReplyDelete
Hi Robin, I am so deeply touched that you stopped by. You are so generous with your words, I am speechless. Do you have a blog? I would love to stop by and read it, but feel slightly confused on how to follow. Trying to get the hang of it! All my love to you for a beautiful and slow, peaceful day ~Delete
So beautifully written....and your photos are precious. It's a pleasure to visit you ... it's very calming and peaceful here. I'm so happy to have stumbled across your blog. :)ReplyDelete
Sarah, I am so happy to have you. I mean that with the fullest of hearts. SO happy. xoDelete