Waking up...

This morning I woke with strong warm arms around me.

Strong warm arms that had wanted to go home and sleep in their own bed,

but stayed because I needed them.

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It was a nice way to wake up.

For about two seconds.

Snuggled against my sweetheart.

And then I realized we were sharing a twin sized bed.

In a dark little sleeping cell.

Far away from home.

And the wave of remembrance washed over me like a wave.

Tangible. Heavy.

The familiar burn returned to my throat.

That lump came back.

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Here we are.

This is where we live now.

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I lay there letting it all soak in again.

Praying for another good day.

Thanking God again for all of the countless ways that this has been made easier.

The amazing things that are taking place.

The faith that is growing and chasing out the fear.

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I sat up.

Wiped the tears from falling.

Took a breath.

Chose to be ready.

Bring it on!

Another chapter of our miracle.

It will be a good day. An amazing day.

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I can feel it!