This morning I woke up and I looked into the mirror. I see the evidence of age on my face. I remember that the deal we made was that we would age together. He will not age. He will always be 45 years old, looking like 35. He was always so handsome . I was such a lucky girl. We would argue about who was the luckiest. It was the best argument that we would have.
Okay, so... I have had a lot of emotions to deal with this week. There are a a few issues that I am faced with in addition to the emotions of missing my husband. These are thoughts that come to me throughout the year. Who am I without my husband? What is next for me? I am on the verge of finishing what is more than likely my last degree. My son will be going to high school soon. My daughter will be going to middle school. It's harder to make decisions as a single mom. Do we go on vacation? Do we remodel? I'm telling you right now, I don't know. So... this is what I am thinking about: