I want to remember that I live in a free country, that cost men and women their lives. I take this for granted far to often.
I want to remember that I am loved. Loved by hubs who continually reaffirms this through words and gestures that are unexpected and so appreciated.
I want to remember this morning at 5:20am, the 20 minute cuddle in the dark, on the couch, where J held onto me for dear life and I could see his smile in the darkness.
I want to remember tonight as I lay next to M, how he called out for me to cuddle with him, and just when I thought he was asleep and I was about to leave the room, that he snuggled even closer and wrapped an arm around me.
I want to remember this season, my most favorite time of year. The crisp air, the blue skies, the crescent moon. Nothing, not even grumpies will ever wreck this time of year for me. It is too magical, too special.
Nighty Night.
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