Life isn’t perfect, but love doesn’t care.
Going out to breakfast at one of our favorite neighborhood spots called Gravy, I’m prepared to order my usual dishes to fill my belly – a warmed biscuit smothered in sausage gravy and one bowl of sweetened oatmeal topped with scrumptious fresh fruit. Yum! Yum! When our server arrives I go out on a limb, ditch the traditional Kim order and request Brioche French toast. Also, a never ending supply of coffee and cream. A perfect combination for today!
Today, May 11th, life is different in a good sort of way. My delightful other half, SW, gave me two charming necklaces. Opening up the gift bag I noticed one was a morning necklace and the other an evening necklace. Two? I am a lucky girl! Or, are the two really mimicking my AM pills and my PM pills found in my cheesy plastic pill sorter taking up residence on my kitchen counter?
Today marks a day on our calendar that screams, “You’ve done it girl! You have made it 8-years living with advanced lung cancer!”
Wowza! I have done it and really, REALLY feels so good!
Exiting Gravy we walk north, slowly moving uphill, we find ourselves walking alongside VAN1SH, our perfect van. Silence has taken us over as SW futzes with his keys. Soon, loaded in, we are headed towards our house less than 2 miles away. At home we quietly scamper towards our bed. With limited eye contact, together we grasp hands and fall asleep.