You can lead a horse to fresh water, but you can't teach it how to be ok when you decide to leave

There won't really be anything of substance in here.

It's 9, I've been up for an hour and a half. It's quiet in my house, I'm drinking my coffee with the window open, the sun is shining and the cool breeze is delightful. I'm reading my Psychology Today and enjoying this morning to myself immensely. Spending the morning this way is not without a huge pang of sadness in the back of my silly little heart, because I miss waking up, going into the kitchen to make myself golden chai tea, and then curling up on the couch to read whatever book I was immersed in while Dan still slept, but so it goes.

45 days until I see some of the people I miss most in the world, and three more months until I see my daddy (the person I DO miss most in the world, for those of you playing the home game).

Even with the sadness, it's still a fucking gorgeous way to spend my morning.