The sun isn’t high yet, and our sheets glow a little bit pink. I wake up slowly these days. Turn over once, check myself. Turn over twice. Check on Nick. Listen to the baby monitors that monitor our toddler children. I rub the cat’s head. She turns over. I scratch her belly. Even if it is not sunny, like it is today, even if it is grey and windy and icy and mean outside, I am content, because we are here.