Morning began before dawn, it was so dark when the phone woke us from sleep.
Orion's belt was gleaming from the sky as I hurried through the icy cold to wake the neighbors. Your dog needed to be cared for. Daddy took forever to send his work an email, or so it seemed. We drove through a pink and blue dawn toward Mt. Rainer, a beautiful frigid sight, the day you were born. That mountain isn't always out in December, nor is the weather so very cold. Usually the sky is grey with clouds, and rain drizzles through the day, but even the sky felt the joy of my heart the day you became my son.