Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Ninety-Three
Back at it.
Morning meditation. Peace.
The sun is breaking through so brightly, so clearly. The heat is coming.
When your 15-year-old compliments you, then you know it’s legit.
Making the drop-off loop and forgetting to circle back into town for that cup of decaf.
You could just tell the truth.
The thing is that there is a plan.
The questions that I ask myself.
Hanger steak and creamed spinach always go over well.
So much laughter at the dinner table. Sometimes, a table full of teenagers is the best—only two more years of this.
