The long-forgotten draft from 12.16.2014:
It was a balmy December morning and I was driving home at 430 am after dropping hubs off at work. The window was cracked and as the heavy air pushed through the small opening, I breathed in the exhale of a planet, alive and releasing fumes of rain and dirt. I smiled, appreciating that moment after being so agrivated about being summoned from bed to make the trip when our other car didn't start.
I've been hoisting myself out of the pit I settled into during this last hard flare-up. I'm suddenly aware of how lovely it is to have a functioning pair of hands that open, close, and can hold forks without strain. I'm grateful for every morning I can welcome without pain. I'm procrastinating less and happy to drop what I'm doing to whip up a batch of green slime with Mae. All the little moments strung together, making up our days and molding our lives have been my focus.