You hated to share. My God did you hate sharing. Your order at the restaurant. Your dessert. Your clothes. Your family. Your kids. Me. Anyone who dared to share with you your family, they were an immediate threat. You loved us too much to share with the rest of the world. You wanted us all…
Day 17:
“I’m going to marry him.” You told me you had told your best girlfriend Chrissy. “Who. Him?? He’s not your style.” Chrissy points at me from a distance. “Yes. Him.” You say proudly. “You’re wrong. He’s sooo my style. He's different.” You walked past me on the dance floor level. The club had three cascading…
Day 18:
I lay in bed ready to write to you. I don’t remove your decorative pillows off your side of the bed. Just my side. The empty side. The “Mr. & Mrs.” embroidered pillow at the front of the bunch. Announcing your domain. To whomever entered into our bedroom, they knew who the boss was of…
Day 19:
We won the Louix's baby. The United Way video and another that we submitted all won. 4 for 4. Love my team. You were involved in the big winner, the one you were the prop master for. I gave you a chance to do your thing. I knew you could pull it off. And you…
Day 20:
Daryl, Bella and I went to dinner tonight at MaGerks in Horsham. It started with just Daryl and I, but Bella, while Daryl and I were halfway down Norristown Road heading to Horsham road, calls me to ask about my whereabouts. I told her that I had yelled up to her to let her know…