“The Light Comes Back”
November 01, 2025 - Saturday

There was a time not too long ago when the mornings felt heavy — when even getting out of bed came with a little rush of worry. I wondered if that light I’d chased for so many years had finally slipped beyond my reach.

But the thing about the sun is… it always finds a way back. Slowly, quietly, without fanfare — the light returns.

These days, I’m feeling it again. The mornings don’t scare me anymore. I’m taking the kids to school, laughing with my grandsons, and finding pictures everywhere I look. Even my little cat, Doodle, has become a muse — full of energy and surprises, reminding me that life is meant to be played with.

I don’t take any of it for granted — the calm mornings, the laughter, or the simple peace of feeling alive again.

So here’s to the light — the one out there on the horizon and the one that comes back inside us, when we least expect it. 🌅