Our cosy bubble

The rain has been relentless for days.  The ground is soggy and full of puddles, the roads are full of cars, headlights shining in the middle of the day against the bleary gray landscape.  The wind whips the rain straight past your umbrella and into your face that squints as if that can keep the rain off you.  Nobody wants to go out in this.

It is 6.30pm in our home and we are zipped up in our cosy bubble against the rest of the world.  The curtains are shut against the weather, the central heating gives the whole house a snug winter's night feeling.  All is well.

We have all just finished a relaxed meal of chicken burritos, laughing because Jaimee ate more than daddy did tonight.  Everyone is in high spirits because it is the start of the holidays.  Marty grins at the thought of a whole week off work with no agenda at all.  Jaimee bounces because there is no school for two whole weeks - this seems like a lifetime at 5 years old.


Marty and the girls are at the table, playing a game of cards together, first skip-bo and then go fish.  He coaches them to think carefully about their next move, giving little happy hints to help them along.  Luke is playing with the toys in his room, giggles occasionally coming from his direction.  Occasionally he speeds past me in the hallway, crawling at top speed just for fun while giggling at his own cleverness.  It is peaceful here.  I fold the washing, enjoying the quiet sounds and considering my lot in life.  I am happy.  All is well.