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I remember my mother making my bed years ago. She would tell me to go take a bath and a nice clean bed would be ready for me. It would be during one of those cold nights I stayed up late watching TV during the coldest times of the year. When I'd come back from my bath a nicely made bed with clean sheets would be there waiting for me to dive in. The temperature of my bed would feel so nice after a nice hot bath. The feeling would almost overwhelm me because so much happiness in a moment sometimes felt so impossible growing up. Who would've thought that something simple as a clean bed after a nice hot bath would bring me such a brief humbled feeling kind of joy.

Maybe it was the cold weather.
Maybe it was the clean bed.
Maybe it was the hot bath.

Or maybe it was the love I felt from my mother in that moment compared to all the other moments I felt during that time of growing up. In that moment I knew this is when I loved her most if ever at all. One of the most depressing times of the year magically felt all better when she came to my rescue with such a simple gesture.

Now whenever the house is freezing and I have the heater on I remember that warm feeling although surrounded by the coldness. That brief humbled feeling kind of joy.

Thank you mom