Choosing My Happy

"Happiness is a choice." That's what the sign says on my sister's kitchen counter.  My eyes are drawn to it every time I climb up on one of her tall kitchen bar stools when I visit.  It's placement is perfect.  It's right next to the coffee pot, just seemingly taunting me and asking me if…

The Little Things

He wakes me gently to let me know he's leaving for work, because he knows that I have a little panic attack when I wake up and he's not there.  He covers me up with the crocheted afghan, because he knows that I get cold even though I insist on sleeping with one foot poking…

The Secret of Us

This past Sunday my mom texted me at 11:45 p.m. and told me, "Happy Anniversary!"  There was a meme attached with floating red hearts.  It was very sweet.  I know how she must have felt relieved that she got us the message before midnight...just under the deadline.  I got out of bed and walked down…

Heartstrings

The last thing thing he said to me was, "Don't forget to get that bill in the mailbox before the mailman shows up." I nodded my head and locked the door behind him. I came into my room and turned on the computer while grabbing my purse so that I could write the check out.…