I dreamed this morning that we were in a big house and Julie's kids and mine were popping up out of bed here and there and Philip's happy voice cried out from another room, "It's time to wake up!". I woke up feeling normal then remembered he was gone.
I felt a heavy weight crush my chest and screamed without making a single sound.
I raised my hands up out of the bed and moaned in silence.
Thistle had a little doeling last night and Julie got to see it, newborn and wet. She is healthy and looks just like her daddy, Willy.
I am going to have a cup of coffee and go milk Coco.