I, however, am going to hold onto this for years to come. As I fall back asleep I do the grounding technique I taught Juliette for her anxiety, except instead of using it to calm down, I’m using it to catalog every detail of this period in time. I can hear the wind in the trees, Juliette’s soft snores, and Murphy’s loud ones down the hall. I feel the brush of her blonde hair over my skin and the way my heart is beating to a new rhythm just for her. I commit it all to memory, because I don’t want to miss a thing.
