It felt like a real September morning. The kind I used to have 2 years ago. I could sit on the porch and drink coffee and read. I could wake up a sleeping boy with kisses and he would join me.
The monring would become afternoon and there were sometimes bike rides. . .maybe even record shopping. But rest assured, hands were held.
When evening arrived there would sometimes be pizzas. Sometimes there was sushi. . .those were lucky nights. But the luckiest nights of all saw us in front of the TV piled onto a recliner until one or the other fell asleep in arms that loved them.
Today is a beautiful day. Make it count.