One in the Morning

This one. A little sick. A lot loved. It is 2:10 in the morning.

Margaret woke up with an elephant size cough at 12:45 am. I realized we were out of cough medicine at 12:52 am. By 1:15am, I was stumbling through the grocery store attired in sweats and medusa hair. Cough medicine in hand, I drove back home. About a block from my house I realized I had forgotten to put on a bra.

It's okay.

The little bug is worth it. My medusa hair and I would go much further than the grocery store for anything she needed. Even at one in the morning. Without a bra.