Marching Onward

It's March 1, a significant date here. Seventeen years ago, I went out on a date. In fact, it was the last first date I ever went on.

We ate Spanish food, played skeeball and other games, ate sorbet for dessert and we talked late into the night.

Today, he got up with the kids, got Sunday breakfast, and helped the kids with their homework. We cleaned our bedroom and hugged each other tightly. We know how rare what we share is.

He's off traveling today, but he's here in my heart and in the sweet smiles of our two kids.

I love you, babe.


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