Like clockwork.

I feel hungover, but I think it’s just an emotional thing.

Seems so much cooler this morning. That should make things easier today.

I'm grateful for a few more moments to drink my coffee. Then I remember that I need to check my work emails because it’s not Saturday; it’s only Friday.

I watch them throw tulle through the arms of the posts, and it brings a smile to my face. The hardest part is over. We did it.

Cobb salad and emails and sunshine interrupted by laughter. I haven’t really eaten in three days.

“thank you for the dance i had a lot of fun.”

The five of us not sitting in the baseball stands.

I wish I could have bottled up those feelings.

A tour of gratitude.