So I'm sitting watching the series finale of one of my favorite shows tonight. It's the same show that gave me those bits of wisdom on my recent post entitled "Still Unfinished". Near the conclusion of the episode one of the characters says something that reminds me of one of those moments I remember with Joe and now I'm here crying. I hurried to come write about it because I'm afraid that one of these days I might not be able to recall it and that would be so sad. It's one of those things that would most likely be so very trivial to someone else reading it, but that doesn't matter. It's my memory and it would be Joe's too.
I remember the first time that I woke up in bed next to Joe. I remember looking at his sweet face and placing my hands on his cheeks and saying to him, "This is the face that I could wake up to and see every morning". And it was. I loved looking into his beautiful blue eyes and touching his soft skin and kissing his sweet lips. What pure joy it was when we didn't have to hop right out of bed and we could turn facing each other and spend time just looking into each other's face. What pure magic that was for me.
Oh, if I could only have that again. I miss Joe.