This picture was taken the same year. He was 30. I was 23. We both look so young. And we both had so much ahead of us... he's still helping me get to the top of my mountains and challenges. But what I wouldn't give to have him here to hold my hand.
I don't handle change well. I never have. Today I realized how much has changed since he passed away. Silly things really. The hotel he stayed in when I first met him (the one I gave him everything I had in) has been remodeled into condominiums. The restaurant we had our first date at has moved across the street. The gas station I pulled into after nearly plunging into the river in the middle of the winter is gone and a three story bank is in its place. The Taco Bell where we would sit and laugh for hours had a u-haul backed up to the kitchen door today. Silly things. I know. But all little things that held his memory.
Happy anniversary Mr. Waddles... I love you even more 10 years later than I did on that cold January day a decade ago when you took me in your arms and I felt the weight of the world disappear.
Love always and forever,
~ me*
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