Friday, December 26, 2025, 4.9* F, 63% RH, 0815
Before five at 3* in robe, slippers, I held my breath, walked Zayne down the ramp so he could dash past the idling pickup truck which scared him. I breathed, not intentionally, I breathed in daggers returning to the house to inhale soothing chemicals. Scars of pneumonia past, before the boys were born.
Truck long gone at 7 the three venture outside without me. Usually the last, Zsolt was the first returning, no interest in meandering. Zayne wanted, but playtime was thwarted as Ruger headed up the ramp. Zayne ran circles in the snow, found his way under the deck, zoomed back to me waiting to open the door.
Life is less scary when you know who walks beside you.
Photo: LJ Austin
