A Visit Home

High in the tree branches an Easter surprise was waiting

- PAULA TIMPSON, VENICE, FLORIDA

I BLINKED MYSELF AWAKE, wondering what had woken me long before the April sun showed first light. I felt my husband tossing and turning next to me. So that was it.

Jimmy’s work as a stock trader was stressful. He hunched over his computer screen all day, watching numbers spike and fall at the drop of a hat, so much on the line. I worried about him. It was no surprise that he wasn’t getting a restful night’s sleep.

“Honey, wake up.” I nudged him. “You must be dreaming.”

Jimmy stirred, slowly opening his eyes. “I was dreaming. About that big tree in our front yard in Fairfield.”

He smiled. “Do you remember it?”