Last week, JT and I got up early to watch the Wednesday morning sunrise from Washington Rock, a historical site that is nearly a stone’s throw from our home. The morning was a bit of a lark made lovelier by the company of the son I call my boy, a claim that is rather in defiance of the young man he clearly has become.He’s been home since March and though I know that we all long for a return to normal, I am grateful for the blessing of this time together. Despite the anxiety, we’ve shared plenty of laughter and thoughtful talks. I’ve had the chance to get to know (and like) the adult he is becoming. The morning sunrise was a welcome reminder to appreciate to pause and appreciate the small blessings of this unexpected time together.
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