It took me back
to a time of great comfort when my children were small.
I would lay on the couch with them…the youngest stretched alongside me with his head on my arm
The girl child with the wild platinum hair curled up at my hip.
And the oldest behind me at the crook in knees with his legs resting on and over mine.
Their sweet child scents enveloped me
Their warmth comforted me
I remember feeling as protected by them as the protection I offered with the safety of the nest
It startled me when the youngest suddenly crawled into my lap in the space between one bent and one outstretched leg.
I folded the front of the large blanket around him.
Ahhh, I see you want the nest, little one.
Yes, he chirped, I want the nest.
His sister moved away from Dad to my side.
I want the nest too.
I wrapped the edge of the blanket around her as she settled in to the crook of my arm.
I was closing my eyes, drinking their scents and their warmth when I heard him remark with some surprise, You really *are* enjoying this aren’t you?
These two little ones honor me by wanting the security of my nest.
They’ve made me promise a sleepover in my bed next time.
Yah, I remember the nest…..