It's 7.16. Stefan and I have been up for one hour and twenty-six minutes. Paul is still sleeping.
Stefan is alternating between doing puzzles and watching the Minions on YouTube. Sometimes doing both at the same time. And asking for and drinking milk. 'Mummy! Milk!' Tilting of head and smiling at me: 'Bitte.' Still smiling. I heat up and serve him milk. Again and again. The shawl, I'm currently working on, grows bigger and bigger and I'm regularly asked to stop what I'm doing to admire yet another finished puzzle. I find myself wanting to cover myself with these slow and relaxing moments of contentment and use them as a protective blanket that keeps out the moments when I'm feeling down, lost, overwhelmed - and sleep too much. The last two months, there has been a lot of that. Sleeping, lying in bed, staying inside. Basically hiding from the outside world.
Despite the early start, I love these mornings.
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