Naptime. Its cold in the house like it always is, but not outside. Wes and Frito are asleep next to me as always, and I’m fighting to stay awake to take advantage of the time I have to be leisurely. I won’t make it long though. I always lay down and catch the last 10 minutes or so before the alarm. I’ve opened the windows by the bed, and the shockingly warm breeze for a January afternoon keeps floating in. These are the moments to appreciate. The ones you wish for all the time, but never notice when they arrive.
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