Why must the crack of dawn come so early in the morning?
He saves me.
He saves me from myself when I am at my lowest.
When I can barely wake up, let alone do anything else.
He is there.
With his early morning, big- as-ever smile.
With his first little kiss of the day.
With his soft request for something eat.
Reminding me that I can’t quit. Not right now.
First I have to take care of him.
And today, that pulls me out of the dark just enough to get in the shower and get us both dressed and out the door.
He saved me today.
(Originally written 9-7-2018