these cold, cold days...
this winter...
the sleepless nights...
the early morning rising--long before the sun awakes...
is wearing on me...
this hibernation...
is getting old..
awaken. eat. play. sleep.
repeat.
day in. day out.
the cold.
repeat.
monotonous.
sweet baby boy turned 8 months old the other day...
how does it seem that he was just brand new yesterday?
at the same time--the days seem to drag on....
we will continue to push on....
continue to count our blessings...
breathe in and breathe out.
counting down to a new awakening...
of green, warm sunshine, new growth, new life...
