We woke up early that morning. It was a Saturday morning, which means nothing in particular when your kids are as little as this. Weekend or not, they rise when they wish.
“Helen, look outside.” my husband told me as he headed downstairs to let our dog Twig out. I lazily slid out of bed and crossed the room to pull back our thick, grey curtains which are supposed to block out all sunlight, giving me empty promises about my kids sleeping in later. I was greeted by the soft, cottony glow of sunrise through a fog descending upon our neighbourhood. My eyes widened in delight, and I felt a surprising spring in my step as I whirled around and called after Taylor, “Babe, let’s go on a foggy walk in the woods together!” Continue reading “One Early Morning in November”