Last night walking back from the lake, wind in the pines, with the sun at that low evening angle, I thought how few Sunday nights we had together. We had lots of Saturday nights, many, many. But Sunday nights, few. This morning I thought it again as I kicked through the tall grass in the sun with Elin, hardly any Mondays.
It's okay. It's okay to be both lonely and grateful. Love, Val
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