Every morning, as soon as he hears me start moving around the kitchen, Rowan surfaces from his room. In this season of shorter days and darker mornings, he is sleepy and slow moving when he comes to me.
This morning he came up to me, all lanky, in his gitch, and leaned into me for a hug. I hugged him for a few seconds before we broke apart and he headed back in the direction of his room. As we came out of our hug, in his quiet raspy morning voice, he said to me “Morning, mom. Cute cherries.” And he was gone down the hallway.
Took me a second, but I got it.
He liked my tshirt. The one I got from Value Village that makes me feel like a homesteader when I’m actually a total poser.
Cute cherries.
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