Morning

Jan 10, 2017 10:11

 It's still dark outside when Charlie wakes up in the morning. In the house, it's quiet as I get dressed and make up a sippy of milk for him. We snuggle on his bed while he drinks and wakes up, the warm weight of him on my lap, the last vestiges of his sleep slowly melting away.

We go outside after, in the cool dark of morning before the sun has ( Read more... )

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indybaggins January 10 2017, 11:25:04 UTC
I have always loved hearing the call to prayer, too. Just reading this is evoking so many memories, thank you for this <3

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donutgirl January 10 2017, 16:25:39 UTC
lovely. reminds me of my time in Istanbul.

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kaffy_r January 10 2017, 16:27:47 UTC
Thank you so much for writing this. I had a vision of you and Charlie. When I have some more time, I'm going to reread, so that I can hear what you heard. What a beautiful piece to read so early in the day!

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gentlespirit January 10 2017, 19:59:26 UTC
All of this was lovely, but in particular I enjoyed this paragraph:
I think they're probably right. Just listening to the voices on the wind is a strange combination of soothing and mystical, confusing and calming. It's so much a part of the night - and so unlike every other call to prayer during the day, I feel as if I've stumbled upon something precious and private.

I hope Charlie does remember it, but either way I hope that you read this with him when he is older.

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earlgreytea68 January 11 2017, 01:56:45 UTC
This was so beautiful.

I do hope Charlie remembers this time.

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