My brain had short circuited. I clutched my head and tried to figure out which problem to tackle next. Just then, Peter peeked around the door. “Can I do anything to help?” he asked.
My pitiful smile didn’t reach my eyes. “Could you give me some peace of mind?” I asked. “That would help.”
He chuckled. “You want a piece of my mind?” he said.
The tears that had threatened dried up. Just that brief exchange lightened my mood.
Photos: Sailing to Alaska (2006)
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Treasure every brief exchange, my love. I can’t tell you how dreadful it is when they stop. Love the photo and the memories – was it really so long ago?
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I know, I always think of what it’ll be like when the laughter stops. And yes, 10 years. Hard to believe.
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Glad Peter can still make you laugh, especially when you need it most. 😀
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