This new reality is bitter sweet. I feel both joy and sorrow in the morning. Every morning I have to decide to either get up and go or sit and sulk. If the sun is out it helps. The problem is, you aren’t here to pull the blinds open and let the sunshine in and jumpstart my day, like you always did. So, from inside the bed I guess what the scene is outside. Spring is helping me along. Our trees are in full bloom and our yard is full of color. I’ll pull open the blinds and sit at the window like a cat and absorb the morning rays. You aren’t here to make the bed the second I step away. ( I loved that morning gift you gave to me, by the way. How many times did I complain that you made the bed before I was done? 😆 I think of that when I return to our room and see the bed is still unmade. You never missed a day. I know you were making the bed for me. I know it made you happy to make me happy…you said as much!...
