Anna day. Determined to breathe some energy into these days. Made it her birthday – brought balloons and went to breakfast with a blueberry walnut muffin to go. After breakfast we’ll keep moving and I’ll keep remembering that even the smallest things are important to someone. 

My God, I was right. 

First warm day. 

First “blast the music, open the sunroof, let the wind whip through your hair” day. I feel like I’ve won something. It’s blue skies all around. I think I believe in angels again. 

When the kids get home from school, they’ll be outside until dusk. I’ll make dinner to the sound of a basketball bouncing in the driveway harmonized with the strained, defensive chatter of my girls. We’re beginning to stretch and move again. We’re finally arriving on the other side. We’ve made it. 

Rainy day. Wearing my fuchsia tights in an effort to bring the bright, though I had to cut the waistband off the top because I’m too old and wise to suffer for something as stupid as a waistband. Van Morrison on the turntable at work. I will take a moment to listen to the sound of cars driving through the rain, the subtle tick-tock of the clock, the hum of the radiator. All around us, a soundtrack is playing.

Easter shopping with Anna. High of 37 and windy as fuck. 

Vanilla flat white. Comfy sweats. Jackson Browne.