It is the little things

Today marks the 12th anniversary of my first date with my buddy boy. I cannot believe it has been that long. I have celebrated more of these alone than with him and that is even worse. I *think* we watched Happy Gilmore at the theater. I know we went to Big Boy afterward. I can place us as if it just happened. UGH.

Yesterday, I went to the cemetery for the first time since October. I felt miserable that it had been that long. I guess having a baby and ‘moving on’ prevents the daily, multiple hour visits. I intend to get back there and work on the flowerbed soon. It looked awful. I wish I lived closer. My friend assured me that he would rather have me happy than pining away over dirt and whatever is left of him… my words not hers. I would have to agree but it doesn’t make the guilt any less.