The alarm sounds. I peek my head out from under the covers. My world is, as I’d feared, cold and dark.
Like a turtle retracting it’s head, I retreat to the warmth beneath the covers… if only for a few more precious moments.
The sun seems to be playing this same game. Each day it comes out from the darkness a little later than the previous. On some days, I emerge a little before it. Other days, we come out of the darkness together.
Love you!!! We will be down on your Birthday!….we should intercept if you are around.