I am thinking it is the time of year. But lately, I have been freezing. like-chilled-to-the-bone-type-of-cold. Even a hot bath doesn’t warm me up. I think I am used to Albertas dry cold. And in Victoria, its a damp cold. It takes some getting use to. Every morning Matt turns on the fireplace first thing in the morning and I sit infront of it. Basking in its warmth.
This takes me back to my childhood, when all 4 of us kids would wake up for our early morning (6AM) scripture study. We had to do it early, for a few reasons:
1) Dad had farming chores he needed to do in the morning
2) Mom would wake up early and so of course… why shouldn’t we??
Every morning would all walk down the stairs with our eyes have closed and our hair a rats nest. To be honest, we probably looked more like zombies than children.
All of us would have blankets wrapped tightly around us and we would bee-line it for the kitchen. Why? Because we all wanted to sit infront of the heater vent underneath one of the kitchen cupboards. We would sit there for about 15 minutes, nearly falling back asleep. Being the youngest, you were lucky if you could even get a toe to feel the heat. So of course we would bicker- ‘shannneeee, quit hogging all the heat’, ‘come on guys, I don’t have any, I don’t feel any heat!!’ ‘this isn’t fair, how come you get to sit right in front if it every morning’, ‘move over…puhlease‘.
We were all so chipper at 6AM.
We would do this every morning.
I can’t imagine what mom would think of us. All four of her kids, huddled around a little heater vent (and I am sure there were other vents elsewhere in the house) on the floor of her kitchen all wrapped in blankets.