Years ago he bought wonderful wall – mounted brass lamps for our bedroom. Every night he waits til I finish brushing, etc. and as I crawl in to bed he asks,”Ready?” I answer I am and he turns the light out.

Last night same routine but when I said “yes” he couldn’t find the switch. Leaned forward and was pulling electrical cords and getting slightly frustrated.

I jumped out of bed and told him it’s “easier” if I turn the lights out.

“Thank you, Honey.”

I am glad to be writing this journal because I would never remember any of the slip slidy things. Each small thing is part of a composite. A mosaic telling a story – our story.