At last, a day off. Spending the day tending to my yard, cleaning this and that, walking the dog through our beautiful neighborhood, listening to lovely music, and holding back the tears my eyes so badly want to shed. But I won’t, not yet.

As of late, days off are so bittersweet. It can be so nice to spend my day doing just what I want to do, but truthfully, all I want right now is to be lying next to Alex on this bed of ours  or drinking a cup of coffee with him on the porch swing talking about all of the things we missed and some of the things we will share together.

Not today and not tomorrow. But soon.