waiting for summer...

In three hours, I'll be picking up Huz from work. We'll be smiling and anticipating tomorrow; when summer begins. One hundred days to be spent sleeping, playing, catching up, gardening, painting, kayaking, sorting, celebrating, wandering, reading, sewing... holding hands. It begins with the anniversary of the day when we promised to do that always... This week has been challenging, long and quiet. Long days and long nights of lost sleep. Anticipating. Waiting. Tomorrow we breathe in again...