Valentines Day

This is a digital card - maybe he realized he hadn’t bought a card so whipped this up in a hurry?

He almost never called me Cheryll Ann, but often I called him Randy Lynn - sort of an inside joke from his childhood when his mother was admonishing him. That’s one of the many things that was just between us, that don’t sound like much when I tell them to other people. But it’s that kind of thing that sort of defines a couple - it’s like a relationship is a tree and all the things that are specific to you are the leaves. Every couple has a tree - big, strong, stunted, whatever - but everyone’s leaves are different.

And now the leaves are just memories and no one but me can really appreciate them. I miss him every day.