Thinking of you.  Missing you.

I do hope we get to grow old together, and in all sincerity, a life that doesn’t have you in it is one I would rather not live.  Should the day ever come where your memory is fading, I can only hope that the family would call complaining that you won’t eat your lunch “till that man comes and reads to me”. We could share a super sugary lunch of applesauce and I can start reading to you again, from the beginning, like the day before…

“Once upon a time, a very long time ago now, about last Friday, Winnie-the-Pooh lived in a forest…..”

I miss you.

In your eyes was the reflection of everything I could be.