The second the weather warms up, the boys and I head outside. To the park by our house. To the pool. Sometimes no further than the front yard. While the locations may vary, there are two elements that don't.
1) The sun is beating down, warming me from the outside in, starting with my ray-absorbing brown hair. Soon after my hair starts to feel warm, the cloth covering my shoulders and knees begins to heat up. Finally, if there's not too much of a breeze, my skin starts to feel warm. I love this feeling.
2) There is a book in my hand. Always. I peer at children over the top edge of whatever fantasy or mystery or chick-flick has caught my eye, frequently devouring two or three books per week. I bookmark to go push a swing or assist little bodies with reaching new heights, but I quickly return to my book.
While the book part is achievable pretty much any time of year, the warmth doesn't seem to be. I've been cold since November. I'm pretty sure its contributing to my tension headaches, and I have been wearing a flannel shirt and knee-high socks to bed most nights because I just can't seem to shake the constant chill. I complain constantly of being cold, and I'm fairly certain it is driving Kirk crazy.
But this morning I found a magical corner, capable of delivering that summery warmth. It even comes complete with an area for Dylan to play while I half-watch and half-read. The ninety minutes I spent there were glorious. Heaven-sent. Fulfilling. Sustaining. And I can't wait to go back.
Where is this little piece of heaven? The children's section of the Magna library. At 10:00 am, the sun shines through the huge glass windows, lighting perfectly a couch located in the children's section. The couch offers an unobstructed view of the many activities designed with chubby fingers in mind and offers a perfect spot for this mom to relax and read. But the unexpected cherry on top was that as I sat there in the abundant natural light, my hair started to get warm. My brown sweatshirt absorbed the sunlight, and I got warm enough to sit in a short-sleeved shirt. My skin never quite radiated heat, but stuck in winter, I'll take whatever warmth I can get.
Yeah, I'll be back.
2 comments:
This seat is ideally located both in relation to the heat source in the winter and a cross breeze in the summer. It also faces the television at a direct angle allowing me to immerse myself in entertainment or game play without being subjected to conversation.
Jack, I commend you. I was quite ready to tease your sister for the perfect seat finding. :) she's not crazy. She's been tested.
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