I love the rhythm and ritual of this winter. I'm rolling with it. Scrabble and snow and grocery lists on Sunday; folding laundry and True Detective with Eric asleep in the recliner and Domino melded to Eric's red plaid blanket.
I want to remember that blanket. It's connected to verything good and warm and soft about Eric. His beard, his smile.
Stitching every day, enjoying that ritual, too.
enjoying the snow.
There are hiccups of severe emotions but January is actually very much better than most. It's my boys. And my dogs :)
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