Were I a good blogger, I would have waited a couple of weeks to post this. March 2 would have been my late husband's* 61st birthday, you see. But it's getting near sundown, it's snowing again and we are alone in the house together. Like so many times before, I am too overcome.
Happy early birthday, my darling. I miss you.
*Wedding may have taken place in my imagination.
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