Today shouldn't mean anything, but it does; it is forever etched in my memory as the day you came into the world and I was the lucky one you chose to marry... first? Over the years, Too many times to count, I imagined what you must have been like as a baby, a little girl. I watch the Land & Sea and wonder if any of their movements are yours from years ago.
Today was worse to bear than our wedding anniversary. And it bothers me with such depth why you mean so much to me, and why I wasn't the same for you.
It will leave some day, hopefully soon, but I learned months ago that it cannot be forced....it must leave at its own pace.
I cannot recall my favorite birthday of yours... I fear that it is because I failed to make them special. I must have done something good?
.....and I have lost some kindness.
