Life and love are the same

This morning I awoke, slightly groggy headed from the rather lovely cocktails I drank last night. (All in the name of a good blip). As I lay in bed, unmoving, I was aware of how deliciously comfortable I was. My body was completely flat, and totally supported. I lay for several minutes, just thinking "if I could lay like this all day, I'd be happy".

Si appeared back from the shower, I hadn't even heard him getting up, and asked If I'd like a coffee. I told him "hmmm mmm", because speaking properly would have spoiled my zone.

I listened to the noise around the house and remembered that Tooli had a Volleyball match, and much as I wanted to lay still, I knew I would have to move.

I still lay there, in the same position, enjoying the sensation of perfect flatness, and my breakfast arrived! (Yes, I know, I am completely spoilt, and for that, I love him very much in return). I decided that movement would be required in order for me to consume delivered breakfast, and savoured one last moment of flat calm and then struggled to my elbows.

As soon as I had ate, I dragged myself from my bed, and headed for the loo. I could hear the bag being thrown together down stairs and I knew I was limited in time. I stuck my head under the tap, topped and tailed myself, dressed and bounced downstairs.

Si was appropriately shocked to see me dressed, let alone upright! Tooli, on the other hand would have been shocked to see me still laying in bed. As I struggled with my shoes, I asked if Si would kindly put my coffee in a flask.

When we got to the gym hall I sat in hazy contemplation and watched my beautiful daughter. How did we make something quite so gorgeous! It amazes me to watch her on the volleyball court, composed and enjoying herself.

This might not be the best picture in the world of her, but I think it captures some of her gorgeousness and is pretty much how I could see her this morning thru my cocktail stained eyes.

They won! And I think that was because I was shouting so loudly!