I’ve been awake since before dawn. But you knew that. You know lots of things. I turned on the kettle to warm for tea. I sweetened it a touch and took it to the swing. I held it between my hands underneath the stars and wished that you were here. I’m snuggled in the sweater you left the last time you visited. I could send it back to you but I like to wear it instead. Did you sleep well. Did everyone like the pies you baked and shared. No need to answer that, I know they must have. My favorite is your lemon. I’ve hidden the toffee trying to make it last longer. There’s still glitter all over my floor… just so you know. It makes me smile. Did you know that Georgia O’keefe had a sister named Ida? She did. Ida painted too. Cool, huh. I’ve gotten a dozen sweet ideas from the book you sent me. I miss you. Jack does too. Maybe one day I’ll give your sweater back…but I doubt it. It’s a sister’s prerogative to keep such things. Have you ever thought a word in your mind and when you see it spelled it surprises you, like prerogative. What’s up with that extra “r”. It doesn’t make sense. Sisters make sense though, and tea, and soft gray sweaters that feel like a hug…with love, suzie ❤️

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