Up early this morning drinking 2-day old coffee and mumbling on in preparation for my summer intensive’s final oral report (ick! What freedom when this thing is over and done with!). Meanwhile, my husband sleeps sweetly, nested under a storm of disarrayed comforters. Watching him, my soul turns to melted butter, dappled morning light served on the side as it pours through our Pie in the Sky windows. This love of ours: two young professionals, two very young loves. We are blessed.