Curls, cheeks and lips

Yesterday. His unpaid phone bill and almost no way to reach him. An almost decision to stay in this country. Excuses that hurt. An email from my mother-in-law. Walking, offered a ride. 50 degrees. Convertible, top down. And as he drove away I cried because I wished that I'd taken it. For other reasons too.

So that when day ended with violin lesson I was too tired to fight, music a release and a relief. Aidan asleep on couch--curls, cheeks and lips.