I will rub the sleep from my eyes and greet the morning sun.

I will listen.

I will ponder the power of my words before they escape.

I will offer an olive branch to those who hurt me.

Each day I aim to fill with quiet moments of companionship.

Read to me.

Play your new favorite tune.

Hold my hand as we walk to the mailbox.

We are here.

We are alive.

And I love you.

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