It’s Monday. We all know what that means. Another week has gone by. 8 weeks – that sounds like such a very long time.
I was looking through some old photo albums and was struck by how many pictures show me laughing. Dave and I were far from perfect. When you put a bull and a mule together, they are definitely going to butt heads. But even in the most challenging of times, the man could make me laugh. I miss the inside jokes, the teasing, the general silliness that permeated our lives. I am grateful for all of the laughs over all of the years.
When the kids and I reminisce, the stories almost always involve humor. I am grateful that through our three kids, Dave’s joie de vivre lives on.