Snuggling

 

 

Have you ever had one of those mornings where the bed felt too danged snuggly to leave? Where you wanted – more than anything – to hit the snooze button (or to simply turn the alarm off)? Have you ever found yourself lying there, wondering how your very own bed got to be so perfect?

 

I had one of those mornings a few days ago. It was the first truly cuddly morning of the season. And it felt amazing. I was smitten with the sheets, with the blankets. I was so smitten, in fact, that it took more than might to get up and work out in the dark. But I (we) did just that.

 

I am expecting a reward of some sort.

Snuggle Weather

 

 

Here in California, we’re not hurting on the weather front. I know some folks are going through unimaginable cold these days, and I don’t know how to respond to that. I’ve experienced ugly-cold before, but only in short bursts. This sustained freeze you’re enduring is nuts. Honestly, I don’t know how you’re all doing it.

 

The only thing I know for sure is this has got to be the very definition of Snuggle Weather. I’m fortunate: I’ve got Mister. And that guy is a little heater. I also have a cozy, comfortable bed. I know that’s a blessing, too. And I appreciate it. Tremendously. There’s something about climbing into a made bed with smooth sheets that causes me to smile. The promise of comfort, of rest, is beautiful.

 

I do hope you have someone to snuggle with during these cold, winter nights. It makes all the difference in the world. It certainly does for me.