Happy Two-Month Anniversary to me

Wednesday afternoon. I woke this morning to the ding-a-ling noise of my phone ringing. I picked it up and croaked something into the receiver that sounded like, "Hruff?," and then I heard the best three words ever - Happy Anniversary, Sweetheart. Mick waited up as late as he could in Japan just to call and say hello. And he remembered our anniversary. And I didn't. I have flowers in my office, too (they smell great). So, why am I holding back tears? Perhaps the better question would be, "When is it too long for me to still be grieving the loss of my husband for two years?"