Birthday.

I woke up last Wednesday and stared at the ceiling. I was sleeping on the couch (stay tuned to find out why) and Lazlo was laying on my feet.

I didn’t feel different. I suppose I did not really expect to.

It was just another day.

I would have to stop pressing snooze on my alarm clock and finally drag myself out of bed. I would have to wake up Hartman so he and Lazlo could take their morning stroll to let out the chickens and check on the rabbits. I would jump in the shower and then awake my soft breathing children from their dreamlands. Get ready for work, get ready for school and all drive together to take me to work. Then the morning kisses and goodbyes.

However, on that Wednesday morning I waved to the three loves of my life, a day older and I believe a day wiser.