On a Thursday morning, when we would normally be getting ready for work, he makes coffee -- a sacred ritual of choosing beans, heating water to the place just below boiling, patiently pouring over a pile of grinds -- and I work to answer 73 emails so we can leave laptops behind for a brief trip north.
And while I could resent it - digging into my case load at daybreak, while bags packed with woolly sweaters and down jackets wait at the door - I'm choosing joy and gratitude for all the things this year has brought to us.
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