Dear Sam, Hi. It's me, Sunday. You aren't awake yet so I decided to leave you a note to let you know what you're missing. The house is so quiet that you can hear the sunshine trickling through the windows. It's wondering where everybody is.
I took a peek outside. The garden is starting to look like itself again. The flowers seem happy that summer's come around. I know I am. Gray is definitely not my color.
You really should get up now, you know. It looks like the perfect day for your boys to go out for a run.
And for your little girl to pick some flowers. Hurry. The trees are waiting.
Come on. Wake up. I've made coffee. Come. Share a cup with me while the house is silent and we can listen to the sun.