Awww. . .
This was our Sunday thing. . .
It began our first weekend together and I don’t think in six years we missed all that many.
It took me months to be able to go to Target on a Sunday after Bob left.
Actually, probably over a year.
But I found this, and actually laughed.
OK, so it’s 5 am and I don’t have to get up until 7:15, but at least now. . .
I can snuggle my spare pillow and fall asleep smiling.
God damn. . .
I loved that man. . .