Achy Mornings.

I woke up achy this morning. I hurt just a little bit everywhere.

My heart is achy.

My head is tired.

My eyes are just a little bit watery.

I woke up missing my people this morning. I don’t know what it is about today. Maybe because its fall and this would be the perfect weekend for apple picking at the Wilson’s with the fam. Or maybe because I know tomorrow morning Chicago will have a fabulous farmer’s market in Lincoln Park and Kate and I would be walking through, buying nothing but a cup of cider to share and looking, smelling, touching all the pretty things for sale. It could also be because coming soon is a day very special to me, in which I remember Tonya, celebrating her life, mourning her death, and rejoicing in her new heavenly life. For the past few years, Jamie has remembered the day and we would escape campus for a few hours and sip tea and laugh and cry.


I didn’t realize Boston was so far away. And this morning I feel every inch of the distance. Yeah. I’m a little achy this morning.

And that okay. Because it means what we had was good. And what we have will last a while longer.