Six years ago today I had what was probably the finest day of my life. I look back on it fondly, the way a man does on his favorite holiday memory. Some have feelings about grand days like wedding days, or the day of their first kiss, or the day they got the keys to their first car. But M, that day of days in my life, right up there with the birth days of my children, is the day that you gave me your heart, under that spreading Oregon Maple tree, there in Loyalty Park, back when we had the world by the strings and our hearts were not sullied by the heavier things that would, in the end, bring us down.
That day was like Christmas, presents and all. even if those presents, a light kiss on the neck, an Ikea catalog, an unfolding of the quilt on the grass, the slow ticking of moment, were all that we had to give.
That, and our hearts, yes indeed.
With love,
Your WHMB
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