I think it's the dark, warm day, feels full of possibilities and the very March slant the light seems to have this week.
The end is in sight, in other words.
Yesterday was our 37th anniversary, pleasant and ordinary, just a usual Wednesday.
Not her, not time, but this: the confidence and the contentment. Something happens to us between skipping in a snowy parking lot in clothes we picked out ourselves, and the getting grown up, and it's kind of regrettable.
Who all grow up to be educated, accomplished, civilized and kind. And astute. And funny.
The kind of people you know have your back, people you can trust.