When I woke the next morning, gray light suffused the bedroom curtains. Tom was still asleep, so I moved through my yoga routine, then tiptoed to the kitchen. A mountain breeze moved languidly through the pines and aspens surrounding our house. I opened the back door for Scout the cat and Jake the bloodhound, and reminded myself that today we were celebrating my only son's seventeenth birthday. Okay, we were two months late. But, so what? I smiled and reflected that it was probably a good thing that I'd stayed up past midnight to frost the cake.
( Diane Mott Davidson )
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