Her Birthday
That couch is long gone. We gave it away to a young dude who took it away in a minivan in two trips. The other side of that couch is out of the shot. The cat loved to spoon the furniture and Theresa would always pet him while gaming. He'd steal her heating pad. They were super, super close.
Our old coffee table. The leg is broken in the shot - when the ambulance came, they moved the table and broke the damn leg. The clutter on the coffee table is my fault along with Theresa's. She needed lots of stuff around her. Things she needed without getting up. This clutter disappeared when we got the new living room set last March.
I cannot believe that in 20 years I have lost everyone I knew on my wife's side. And now, the challenge of dating at 50 is daunting. This is going to be a mother fucking steeeeeep learning curve for me. Kind of like learning to swim in the ocean, and noticing jaws in the horizon approaching.
Christmas 2011. Happy Birthday Bubbins. xoxoxo
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