Ten and ten.

Ten years and ten days.
That’s how long my dad beat my mom to Earth.
She took her time.
And that’s how they’ve moved through life.
Dad greets each day just as it wakes up. Usually around 5 a.m.
Mom sleeps until the day is fully formed.
He spent those early hours reading, journaling, exercising, making coffee.
She woke to coffee.
And then—two cups’ worth of time—they sat in robes, curled into the couch, planning the day.