It didn't hit me until this afternoon. I have never been good at remembering birthdays, anniversaries, important dates.
Three years ago, Abe became "our own Rooney," officially. What an amazing day.
I posted this the day before, on March 2nd.
And here is the story of the best phone call I've ever received.
Somewhere in central Oregon, there is a tree that a boy Ted scratched his initials into, over the course of a few decades. He always came back to this tree. The year we were married, he took me the tree and scratched my initials in it.