It is a lazy cold Sunday Autumn morning. The boys have invaded my warm bed. The little ones are extra cuddly because their Daddy is away for a work weekend, so it is us three bonding and spending most of our hygge time indoors.
The little one, Faraji, is first to wake up, as usual, he cries ‘Mama, mama.’ That is his cue for me to pick him up from his crib.
I bring him to my bed for a cuddle, we both drift back to sleep. I feel tiny warm hands caressing my face. Big brother, Fadhili, has joined us in bed.