““The next morning, after the storm had passed and Marlboro Man had left with his horse, I sat and fed our baby on the rocking chair outside the front door. I watched the bountiful eastern sky change from black to cerulean to magenta to an impossible shade of reddish orange, and I breathed in the country air, relishing the new strength I’d felt building inside of me. I knew our problems weren’t over. Only one year into our marriage, we’d been through enough that I knew the storm from the night before was but one of many we would face together in the coming years. I knew the last of the struggles weren’t fully behind us. But still…I couldn’t shake the feeling. I could see it. I knew. The sun was getting ready to rise.””
