The girls recalled our camping trip, how much fun it was, and Storyland
Whenever we visited a fair, museum, amusement park, I enjoyed watching you taking it in, interested or not. You always walked with such slow grace, your eyes moving from one sight to another, your lips half smiling then fully explode as the girls did or said something amusing, your hair always brilliant, no matter what color.
It is a theme I have discussed too many times here: watching you when you didn't know I was. Seeing you in this way completed me in happiness, in love, in awe, I now wonder why it couldn't sustain me another thirty years.
But then, you didn't watch me in the same way.
