Cozy

The world outside is wet and gray. I hear tires spray rainwater on the slick neighborhood street as a car passes by. I sit with my slippered feet propped up on an ottoman and watch the drizzle mist my freshly planted flower boxes. I put in purple cabbages and yellow and purple pansies last week. Grass tassels droop and drip over the velvety pansy leaves. I’ve got a steaming cup of mint tea in the windowsill, along with a book to read while I drink it.

Our son is home from college this weekend, and our daughter just returned from an out of town swim meet. Life feels complete when all four of us are here. I feel a warm fullness, and a sense of satisfaction and fulfillment. I love these people; they’re my favorites.

I made brownies and blueberry muffins for our son, and I stocked up on some of his favorite foods, like fresh pineapple, and orange-mango juice. He and his roommate have a small fridge in their door room, but they can’t be bothered to go to the grocery store to buy stuff like juice. He’s been wearing my WordPress sweatpants since he got home because he forgot to bring any sweatpants, and this is sweatpant weather. I probably should just send him home with those, and get myself another pair.

The cats are happy we’re all here. They’ve got lots of laps to keep them warm during the day, and feet to sleep on at night. I’m happy too.