Last night there were no tears at at bedtime.
Last night we remembered without so much grief.
Last night we played and laughed and got back to normal.
Each day it's a little bit easier.
No matter who or what you've lost.
After heartbreak it's natural to reach for normalcy.
Carrying fresh eggs in from the coop to cook up for breakfast.
Hot coffee and hot tea.
Homeschool math each morning around the kitchen table.
Checking in on our friends in the barn.
And snuggling those that remain in the house.
We're jotting down meal plans, preparing warm and nourishing food, and then as the sun slips behind the hills, tucking in early with time for extra snuggles.
And the friends we sent home early after Dusky died on Friday?
They came back for a do-over last night.
We've found our rhythm again.
We've even found our sense of humor again.
And our sense of play.
We've giving out extra hugs at every turn and taking time for quiet, for connection, for friendship and for remembering.
Wishing you all well this cold January morn.