Him: Mom, let me get under your blanket. I’m cold.
Me: It is no degrees outside. Put on some pants.
Him: (Crawls under the blanket with me, rubbing clammy feet on mine)
Me: (Aw. And ew.)
Him: Pants are uncomfortable and I don’t like wearing them.
Me: (Endlessly hugs the now-warm, still pantless child, who is clearly mine, and who tolerates the affection for one more second before he scampers back to his fort because sometimes too much mommy is too much.
And we had a day in the fort with snuck-in food amongst the many pillows and too much TV.
It was a glow of heat in the dark cold.
And I remembered how much brightness there is.