One pill makes you larger and one pill makes you small

I woke up this morning and heard my husband talking on the telephone.

He has the most wonderful voice. I have always loved that voice.

My next thought was - "What would it be like to live alone? Just me. No-one else to consider."

But then, there was his voice. I'd miss that. I'd miss him.

When I wandered into the kitchen the nesting pair of juncos was on the back porch checking out the flower boxes -they made me laugh.

My husband came into the kitchen and put his hand on the back of my neck as he does often. It is a loving gesture.

"I think the pills are working - it is good to hear you laugh".

My eyes teared up as they are tearing up now.

I have been laughing more often - just a chuckle here or there.

Another sign that upping my medication was a good call.

Or it could be the juncos.

Or spring.

Because spring is coming.

It always comes.