This morning when I took a sip of my freshly-brewed coffee, one of the hundreds of morning coffees made with love for me by my wonderful husband, I let the warm and delicious liquid slip silkily down my throat. I swallowed. Then suddenly my ears cleared and out of nowhere I could hear the music playing for the start of the morning news. I turned to Hayden and asked, "Have I been talking really loudly this past week?"
He let his eyes close slowly then nodded, yes.
This weekend is going to be a good one.