It's cold this morning and it snowed last night. I'm always the first one up, and this morning I knew I would be spending some time shoveling before heading off to work. Part of my routine in the morning is to check on the boys before heading downstairs. N in particular has a habit of kicking off most of his blankets. This morning I found him under a sheet and the corner of a blanket with two other blankets on the floor next to his bed. I picked up the blankets and made sure he was properly covered.
And then, I waited for it.
I only had to wait about a second before he burrowed down into the blankets and let out a deep satisfying sigh. I love that moment. Throughout my life I've been the recipient of enough blanket tucks to know just how good it feels. I love knowing that he feels that feeling and that I could be a part of it.
Something to carry with me as I clear the driveway in the dark.
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