Our Fourth Year
Sometimes early in the morning I am the only one awake in the house. I hear the hum of the refrigerator and the calls of the Mourning Doves outside. K is already out running or cycling, as he does most mornings. I know he is either feeling the mountain breeze ripple through his running clothes as he winds up and down the trails of the … Continue reading Our Fourth Year
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