I've been up since 2am; had a bad dream about my grandmother who passed away 10 years ago. I've been reminded often lately of how quickly time passes, life passes, and aging. I'm sure that's what my sleeping subconscious mind was trying to grapple with.
For the first time, our dog, Angel, didn't jump up to greet me as I made my coffee. She's feeling the quick passage of time, too, I think.
So I'm up early, not going for a run and just enjoying the dark and silent house, finishing a book and as always, thinking of you two.
All my love,
Mama
