Ten.One Thousand, Four Hundred & Sixty-Nine
-
No alarm.
-
I finish my multi-grain cheerios while she talks.
-
I sometimes get distracted by the beauty of her red hair.
-
All of this is easier right now and I’m so grateful for it.
-
I stop myself from making it harder than it needs to be.
-
Hammock. Journal. Water. The quiet.
-
Creamy spinach pasta. Baked salmon brushed with Salute Santé Lemon-infused Grapeseed Oil, sprinkled with dill. Short glass of Pinot Noir before we head to the game.
-
I stare out the window. Will this ever get old? I don’t think it will.
-
I might be more nervous than they are.
-
I miss the last three strikeouts while going to the bathroom. Another win. Back tomorrow.