Winter Hart
Hannah and I were up early, stopping at the hardware store to buy paint and other supplies. I gained possession of my house this afternoon and wanted to have her room painted before they delivered the furniture.
She picked two different pinks and sparkles, which they added before they changed the colour. Even after all the colours Hannah showed me, I was still undecided. The colours I liked didn’t seem grown-up enough.
When we were finished, I took us for breakfast before driving to the house. I parked out front, sipping my coffee, waiting for the realtor to arrive with my keys. Hannah was sitting in her car seat, eating as she hummed along to the song on the radio. I snuck a photo and sent it to Warren.
She was worth getting up for this morning. My head was still poundin
