A couple of nights ago, we were, as usual, at Kiddo’s early in the evening. It was a Sunday, we have had most things we needed doing, done. We were going to make a soup of sorts for them, to provide some form of comfort for a household that has been invaded by winter blues. They have other options so we didn’t do the soup so we had time to chill at home, did some quick grocery shopping for our own home, and then headed over earlier than we normally do.
Everyone was a touch more chirpy than they were a few days earlier so it was more comfort than I had hoped for. I have been looking for, and embracing, little grateful-for-this happenings in recent times, so this too – the slightly more upbeat and chirpy vibes – was embraced with like gratitude. Kiddo had recovered from pesky eyes and them sniffles sounded more manageable, Mic looked more energised, as were little Abby. Little Zoe as always, was a bundle of cuddly cuteness, especially when that bright smile or unbridled chuckle breaks out.
Later on, when big sister wanted to have someone read to her, Mic brought out a book they had bought earlier that arvo. Tress and I looked at each other with “another book…” expressions. It was only $8, we were told. Another Bluey, yes. Well, better Bluey than other kiddie varieties, I thought. As Mic sat down to read to big sister, the little one was passed to him and so he held little Zoe with one hand and had Abby seated near, head almost burrowed, close to that brand new book. Kiddo crouched over from her nursing rocking chair, and added to the audience for the reading. The four of them sat in the lounge room, focused on Bluey coming alive from those pages that Mic was reading. Hands down the best $8 spent. Melting moments. No confectionary needed – this was every bit as sweet and comforting.
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