Morning (April 5th)

I woke up before dawn today (and long before B) with a wet pillow and sore hands. It seems I'd been crying in my sleep with tightly clenched hands for who knows how long.

Burke.

As I laid there, I realized it's not the tears and pain that woke me, it's the birds chirping insistently in the darkness, preparing for day, and the swirling and prodding from my belly.

All the signs of renewal and life, egging me on to face today with an open heart.