Today is my wedding anniversary to the man I love with all my heart. He died in October of 2005 at the age of 49. There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about him, love him, miss him......want him.
The little things like having him come up behind me while I'm cleaning up at the kitchen sink and putting his arms around me just because he loved me.
Or the time I let him run out of milk and he hung an empty milkjug by a hangman's noose on the chandelier as you come in the front door
...just as a reminder!
Or when I came to bed late and he reached out to pat me on the butt to make sure everything was OK.
I see him sitting in "his chair" all the time. Whenever I walked by, he grabbed me by the shirttail and pulled me into his lap to snuggle......just 'cause.
I keep his work hat on the dresser in my bedroom because I can STILL smell him when I hold it to my nose.
If you're married, or with the person you love like this, please tell them everyday how you feel. We are not guaranteed tomorrow and the worse feeling in the world is to reach in the night and find..........nothing.