Morning has come just as it does every other day. It's as if the sun doesn't understand that you're leaving. I stand in the doorway, holding our baby girl. Her warm body, still heavy with sleep, is unable to block the early autumn chill from my bare arms. I feel yours slide around us, enveloping us in what the little one calls a "fam-i-ly hug". Kiss. Kiss. Kiss again. I send up a silent prayer for your safety as the car door closes. Then as quickly as the morning came, you drive away...let the countdown begin.
tail lights fade