He always knew where to find me, beneath the stairs with a novel in my hand.
The question was always the same, Whatcha reading? I instantly responded, A book,
Knowing he’d chuckle at my lame predictability. Back then we kept love in our pockets
Like wrapped peppermints to be savored after a spicy meal. Cool reminders of everything
Important. Kiss me now, I thought. While my breath is sweet and you are laughing at my joke.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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very delightful – 🙂
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🙂
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so sweet
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Hey…. this is good! Well done. – Marty
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Thank you! Hey, when is your procedure?
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Thursday! I went in for my pre-op today (blood tests and EKG). Was yours today????
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Mine was yesterday. It ended up being an almost pleasant experience. And I slept all day after we got home. I’ll be thinking of you on Thursday.
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Good to know you’re okay. And thanks!
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That’s sweet. 🙂
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Thank you.
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