Well, I made it through my first major milestone without him. It was sad, but I did it. I shared funny memories with the kids – How hungover he was that entire day before the wedding. How he loved to tell the story of going to get traveler’s checks in his rather pukey state. How I met Jeff, the little brother he admired and adored, for the first time at the alter during the rehearsal. How it rained the day of our wedding, but we didn’t care. How my dress got stuck in the door as I entered the church so I was laughing as I walked down the aisle. How our students attended, and how they collectively gasped when we kissed. How much FUN it was.
What I realize is that I’d rather be a little melancholy in my memories than to never have lived it at all.
Today marks two months since we were together. One foot in front of the other. One day at a time.