March 8, 2007
six years ago today i will prepare my husband-to-be a salad with fresh raspberries. he will taste cranberry juice for the first time and we will spend the evening learning each other body and soul. at ten o’clock he will leave. in a few days i will never spend another night alone. i will never sleep with the red plaid flannel shirt of an ex lover again. yesterday we overslept. the sun woke us, its heat warming our uncovered bodies as we lay sprawled on the king-size bed, our feet touching. when i turn, he spoons against me...our nightly ritual.